I'm back!!!!
You will not believe the trouble I have gone through just to type those words. As you may know, my AC adapter for my computer short circuited a few weeks ago. There was a small tear that would eventually lead to sparks and fire.
I still do not know my way around (and riding the bus scares me) so i came up with the brilliant solution of ordering the part on the phone with best buy. This seemed like a great idea. I talked with a really nice lady who said she found the part for my computer and that it would arrive at my new address in less than a week.
I waited patiently for my AC to come, reading books, writing a new story and teaching a three year old the importance of Rock and Roll. When Tuesday of last week came, I camped out on the stairs for the UPS man to arrive and was delighted when he handed me my box. Unfortunately when i opened the box I did not receive a new adapter but instead a whole new battery for my computer. Which does not help if I don't have anything to charge the battery with.
So I called Best Buy again, told them about the mix up and ordered the correct item. I was suppose to receive said adapter yesterday, and I waited until 7pm for the UPS man who never did show up. I eventually had to call UPS and ask them why he didn't drop off my adapter. Seems like when I talked to the 2nd guy at best buy, I did not explain that it was being ship to Beckett Hughes and not Mommy Hughes. When UPS saw the difference in the name from the address he held on to the package until a verification was made on who would be picking up the item.
I held in the tears once again, and told said UPS lady that i would pick up the item myself in the morning. My aunt forgot to pay the cable bill, so we spent all night watching dvd's for those three and under. This did not make the wait any easier, and by 8am this morning I was dressed and ready to go. The UPS store is not in the town I live in, so i had to take a 12 dollar cab ride to some town outside of westchester county ( i think). When I arrived at UPS I handed over my ID, picked up my package and took a 12 dollar ride back 'home'.
In the cab, I noticed that my plug looked a little weird. There was no socket for me to put in my computer. The whole way 'home' i silently cursed under my breath that this was the wrong item, and that i would have to call best buy again. When i got back to the apartment, i tried shoving new ac adapter into any hole in my computer. After quite an effort, I gave up and just started sobbing.
It's been a rough couple of weeks and having a computer around would make it a lot easier. After I regained whatever composure I had left, I called best buy to order the same part for the third time in 3 weeks. I was literally crying on the phone as i tried to explain why this adapter wasn't the right one
Me: It just doesn't go anywhere, I have been trying to shove it in any outlet in my computer but i think its the wrong one.
Geek Squad Guy: Did you check the rest of the box
Me: No
GSG: Well this adapter is more of a universal one, there should be some other pieces in the box and one them will be placed on the adapter and you can use it for your computer.
I may have jumped through the phone and kissed him on the mouth. Inside the box were the missing pieces and with that my weeks with best buy and ups has come to a close.
I can finally do some of the more important things...like check out what has happened in the news. The Perez Hilton news. And blog, search for some international grad schools (oh yeah i have to tell you all about that one) and write my story. It's good to be home.
1 comment:
i hate best buy. and ups. thought fedex has become my nemesis here; they can NEVER find my house. i always have to go through multiple phonecalls before they find my house (even though they've been here before).
oh yeah - welcome back!
you need to work on sending out a story or two - there have got to be literary magazines, small press-type things, where you can send short fiction for publication.
speaking of westchester county, my dad grew up there! in armonk. and my grandfather was from mount vernon, ny.
so you could do a frogboots family history tour of downstate new york!
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