But I think I've been lied to. So, Saturday, our dial tone is gone. Just gone. We think that maybe its an issue with the kitchen fire (more on that later, not my kitchen). Rob called this morning I guess, and the repair man came out. Apparently there's a fuse or wire blown between the Qwest box and my bedroom, which is where the line comes into the apartment. Well, great, fix it! No, no can do. The apartment must get a 'pipe' (whatever the hell that is) in there before Qwest can do anything.
So, Rob calls the apartment complex property management because apparently the number we have for our specific landlady is no longer working. Figures. Per Rob, all they tell him is its not their responsibility and when he tried to give detail, she gave the same answer. *blink* Now the skinny is, apparently Rob talked to Qwest, who is going to have the repair man call the property company..and, I dunnno. From there, the theory is, they'll call Rob back. So, I guess I'm reduced to just my cell once again. And as Irony would have it...I can't find my stupid charger. *sigh* I thought technology was supposed to make life easier?