Okay what the fuck. We’re getting cable and the guy was supposed to come over at 2-4 to figure out why our shit isn’t working. He’s supposed to call before he comes here otherwise he’ll just take off. My room is upstairs and I never hear anyone knock so at 2 I go downstairs to listen out for the guy.

I wait till 3:41 for this guy to call. I go off to feed the dogs in the next room when I hear the phone ring. I get to it and it stops after ringing twice. Twice. I check the number and try to call back but nothing happens. I go check the front and I see a white truck who is presumably the cable guy driving off. He just so happened didn’t see me come onto the porch.

Bad luck.. Whatever. I get that. Its fine.

But now my roommate is pissed because he thinks I was fucking off upstairs instead of listening out. Apparently the neighbor who ALWAYS sits outside says that he was there for at least an hour and that he was knocking.

So now all the evidence is against me and I know this slackjaw faggot didn’t do his job properly. Its not even that I have to wait until Sunday to get cable now. Its the fact that now I’m the bad guy for doing my job and taking the blame for someone who didn’t do theirs