Showing posts with label fuck comcast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fuck comcast. Show all posts

19 October 2007

Three cheers for Mona Shaw!

While most of us may never feel this emboldened by the lack of respect and courtesy denied to us by most customer service departments of most companies, let us join and live vicariously through the actions of Mona "The Hammer" Shaw who decided to show Comcast just how infuriating this lack of actual customer service can be. One mid-August day, this brave senior wielded her trusty hammer of justice and made the employees of her local Comcast office take notice: she smashed keyboards, monitors and phones in the name of decency.

She also ended up with a suspended sentence for disorderly conduct, a $345 fine and a restraining order keeping her from this Comcast office, but no matter. Let her hold her hammer high!

I am reminded of Orville's t roubles with Comcast. Jordan's email exchange with the dim-witted Dona at Blockbuster. And M.C. Hammer. Thank you, Mona, for giving disgruntled customers everywhere a reason to cheer! Thank you for being a patron Saint of Tightness! May you be immortalized on a tee shirt with your picture (holding that hammer, of course) with the phrase "Hammer Time!" across it. Say, I should look into making these shirts . . .

23 August 2007

Comcast...where to start really?

Kafkaësque is the only way to describe the nightmare that is Comcast cable. In the past week I spent more than 12 hours waiting on the front porch for Comcast to show up to do a basic cable installation. A summary of Comcast's activity, August 17th-August 24th, 2007.

Friday, August 17, 2007: 3-6pm window, Comcast a no-show
Monday, August 20, 2007: 3-6pm window, Comcast comes at 7:15
Wednesday, August 22, 2007: 9am-12pm window, Comcast comes at 3:20pm
Current Comcast channels, internet routers, telephone lines installed: 0 (zero)

Why, you might ask? Because the Comcast guy, "Just don't got the equipment to do da job." Twice he just don't got the equipment. Twice. Well fucker, you install cable for a living. Get the fucking equipment. And next time maybe, just maybe, instead of making me wait on the front porch all day, how about you call 30 minutes ahead of time and say, "Yo Pigdicker, get back to the house so I can do your install." It won't just save me time, it will save your supervisor, and your supervisor's supervisor time. Asshole.

Let's hope that fourth time's the charm tomorrow Comcast guy.

Comcast, tighten your shit up. Oh, and should anyone be so inclined, Comcast's Manager of Government Affairs, Richard Smotkin, may be reached at:

Mr. Richard L. Smotkin
Comcast Cable
1500 Market St.
Philadelphia, PA 19102
(215) 320-8461 phone
(215) 981-8408 fax