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Moving  #
Tuesday, 12 Feb 2002 05:45PM
I moved this weekend. It's the first time I've lived away from home. It doesn't feel much different. I've been sleeping in the new house for the past year and a half, only now my stuff is there too.

Stuff. It is a share house, and I wished to insure my property. It is very easy to insure an entire house. It isn't so easy to just ensure your own property within a house full of unreleated people. Which is understandable really. But, depending on who you talk to and when at RACV you can insure single rooms, as long as you keep them locked at all times. Depending on who you talk to. Apparently you can't, except you can, except the can't. So just keep calling.

When moving I thought about buying a house. Might be an idea if you read the news. But anything worth having that isn't half a room big or two hours from the city (peak-hour) is $200,000+ and I'm not interested in a 10-30 year loan thank you very much.

Moving also involved moving my Optus@Home connection. I asked for a weekend (as I work fulltime) and they said that was fine. Then they ran and rescheduled for Tuesday. I rang, accepted Tuesday angrily, then moved it to Thursday, and finally this Friday. I moved the computer last night and so was expecting to be without the internet at home for the next few days.

What I wasn't expecting was what happened. The "disconnection" appointment was kept for Tuesday. And an Optus@Home disconnection apparently means delete all of your accounts, including all of your existing email and webpages.

So I've lost three days worth of email, and the next four days worth of email will bounce, annoying quite a lot of people and resulting in me missing out on a lot of correspondance.

The thing is, they're meant to tell you this, they're meant to tell you that you should backup your webpages and emails as a disconnection will delete them. They were meant to move the disconnection to Friday as well but they didn't. "We're sorry". Whatever.

Oh, I got drunk and drove a bus full of nuns into your house. "I'm sorry". Sometimes sorry doesn't cover it when you've been plain stupid. "Sorry, we were really stupid, arn't me dumbheads? Point at us and laugh. Poke our soft bodies with sticks, it's all we deserve." That might be better.

A complaint email has been sent. Meanwhile I'm not really that fussed. Most of the email I get is junk, but it's the principle of the thing and I'm particularly miffed that my emails will bounce back to the owner with "this account does not exist" messages for the next few days. No use crying over spilt milk. Except the milk is still gushing from my bottle, and will be for the next four days.

And why the heck do they need to delete my entire account just to move the cable? Silly me thought it would just be a case of plugging the cable modem into the new address and flicking something on. Why is it so hard? Crazyness.

Blah. Venting is fun.

It's Dad's Birthday. If I end up half as good as him when I'm his age, I'll be a happy little Vegemite.