I just fixed my own cable. Me. Georgia Frances King. The technology retard. Somehow outwitting the technical guy on the phone for the past hour. It took my superintendent 3 days to report it, it took the owner 2 days to do anything about it, and it took the company 3 days to ring me! And then they ring me on the most beautiful day I've had so far (having lunch at what is going to become my 'local' - a little cafe on O'Sullivan between Prince and West Houston) to bring me home. And have someone ask me if I could 'replug my adaptor portal' or something for an hour.
In one of her many 10 minute silences, I was just looking at the actual TV screen, and not the 4 remotes and 4 boxes that accompany it, and I hit a little button that said 'Source'. I don't know why, I just did. And
BAM! 40 thousand American sitcoms that I have no urge to watch, but know that I will inevitably become addicted to. That or stay up til 1.30am every night to watch Conan.
Maybe I should be the Cable Whisperer? I'm sure that that's a marketable concept...
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.......hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
ha.
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