What's My Time Worth to YOU?

First things first: I ran three miles kind of fast.

Ok. Now the real important stuff. We haven't had a working TV since Wednesday. No TV on Thanksgiving. How'd the football fans survive? They discovered Trivial Pursuit. Does reading through the stack of trivia cards count as SAT practice? I DON'T THINK SO.

Direct TV was supposed to send a technician today between 8-12. I was given the option of three time slots: 8-12, 12-4, or 4-8. They all sucked, in my opinion. But I chose 8-12 to get it over with. I was going to go to spinning at 12 and take my son to the orthodontist at 2:45. I only had to cancel a morning appointment.

At 7:30 this morning, I get a call from Direct TV. The technician will be a few minutes late. "What does that mean?" I ask. He will be there between 12-1. "Wait. He's supposed to be here between 8-12. You mean he will be a few hours late." No. Minutes. "How is that minutes?" (I'm beginning to think I'm talking to someone where time is calculated differently than here on earth). Well, he's running late at his first job. BUT HIS FIRST JOB HASN'T STARTED YET -- IT'S ONLY 7:30!!! Apparently, he has three jobs before me and they all take 30 minutes.

Is it just me, but 3 jobs x 30 minutes per job = 90 minutes. NOT FOUR HOURS.

Ok, it's 12:45 and my phone just rang. It's Direct TV.

DirectTV: "Has my technician called to say when he'd be there?"
Me: "No. He called at 7:30 this morning to say he'd be a few minutes late."
DirectTV: "So, he'll be there between 1:30-2:30?"
Me: "He was supposed to be here between 8-12 and it's now 12:45. If you can explain to me how 1:30-2:30 is a few minutes late, I'd be interested in hearing the explanation."

Maybe I should go back to cable.