In the past three days I have pretty much covered off all the administrative bases: UCLA registration, SoCal Gas, LA Water and Power, rent, landlord, Mexican with a van.... Done done and done. So really the small matter of getting a phone contract should surely not be a trial? Negative.
To each person that I mentioned AT&T to that whistled through their teeth in disgust, you were right, they suck.
After 4 hours spent (on and off in between 'breaks' in Barnes and Noble while they tried to resolve another issue (my guess = identifying their ass from their elbow)) we had still moved no further to them taking a $500 deposit from me on the grounds that I am Jonny Foreigner. So I just left.
I would have pulled the same gig when LAWP asked me for a $215 deposit, but electricity is kinda essential. So I just got on the Big Blue Bus up to Westwood, cash in hand, and gave it to them. No over the phone customer friendly offerings here, just a weird Albino with an afro behind bulletproof glass. I'd have taken a photo of her but I think that might have led to an unpleasant experience, so you'll have to content yourselves with this instead.
And to draw a conclusion from all these delightful experiences, let's ask Don Draper what he thinks.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses... ?
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