A morning exodus of walkers from Foggy Bottom to Georgetown via K Street.
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A morning exodus of walkers from Foggy Bottom to Georgetown via K Street.
(KStWalk.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)
We haven’t had a cat photo for a while, so here’s Pandora sleeping with wild abandon in my video rocker. I was worried she’d be really stressed out by the transition of moving, but it hasn’t been a problem for her at all. She’s liking the new place a lot, spending most of her time shuttling between snacking at her food bowl and lazing in or beside said video rocker. (Her bathroom habits are completely stable now, with only one near-the-litterbox accident the whole time since moving. That’s a huge improvement.)
Remember the new job? Yesterday was my last day there. What happened, you ask? Well, about a week into my two-week stint as a graphic design freelancer, I got a call. From here a prestigious news magazine. Yeah. They had gotten my resumé and apparently I was a strong candidate for a tech producer position.
To be honest, I was feeling ambivalent. I had been working in Photoshop for about a week, had settled back into an expectation of going back into design near full-time, and wasn’t too sure about a daily commute to Georgetown. I had already written up a note saying “Sorry, I think I’ll pass on this.” But hey, I wasn’t an in-house guy just yet — why not give it a try? I went there, shuttled between a few offices to get interviewed by the web staff, and was promised a call back by the end of the following week.
At some point between looking over their CMS and being told the pay and benefits, my mind swung completely around. I realized, deep in my heart after a week of design work, I wanted to get back into code, wrestling with XHTML and CSS and JS and web standards. Plus, the commute to Georgetown from the Union Station area isn’t quite so bad; it’s just a fifteen minute walk from the Foggy Bottom Metro, and there’s the Circulator for non-walkable days, and walking to and from work should be just under an hour and half one way — a decent workout. The office environment was relaxed and friendly and professional, the hours liberal, the pay generous. In about thirty minutes I had gone from wondering what I was doing here to wanting to know when I could start.
The answer came back positive. I start on Monday.
(Aside: I wasn’t supposed to come in to my old job at Omni on Friday, not having any projects, but I came in anyway, brought some Krispy Kremes, said bye to everyone. Shouts-out to Jeph, Mischa, and Jim, sorry some of you weren’t there for the donut holes.)
Update: Oops, I’m not allowed to tell you anything about my employer on my weblog, so that’s all edited out.
I normally try to be nice to customer service reps on the phone; they’ve got a tough job, sitting in a cubicle with a headset to deal with irate and clueless people all day. To my knowledge there are only three times I have actually ever raised my voice to a phone CSR: once, when fed up with DotPH’s archaic “fax a document” domain transfer policy; the other two times have been with Verizon.
Long time readers may remember when I first applied for a phone line with Verizon back in 2003, with the CSR cheerily delivering a quick promise of next-day phone line activation which turned out to be a brazen lie, and led to two days of being tossed between support and billing to be erroneously accused of having bad credit before enduring a week-long wait for a phone line I would hardly use except for internet access. Now witness what I hope is the end of this sordid telecom saga, as I attempt to tell Verizon that I am moving my phone and DSL from one apartment to another in the same building, with a surprise ending that will leave you breathless.
Given my prior experiences with phone support, I decided to go the online route, filling out a “moving to my new home” form on the user account page, which inexplicably refused to understand my street address three times before shunting me to a more specific address form. This finally worked, and for some reason sent me back two emails, both confirming the address change scheduled for last Friday, each with a different confirmation number. The list of services being transferred did not include DSL. I called Verizon Support and, after a wrangle with the voice recognition system and a 15 minute wait, was told by the support rep that DSL transfers were handled separately, and that they could transfer me there now. There was a click, a long pause, and then a “phone has hung up” beeping.
The day of the move, I was gratified to hear a dial tone over the line downstairs, but DSL had not been transferred — it was still running, independent of phone service, in my old apartment. Verizon Online was no help, however, as checking the support page for DSL in DC only gave a list of phone numbers to call for states with no online support. From there I got the direct phone number to Verizon DSL Support, and tried calling. Again I navigated the annoying waters of their voice recognition system, again I waited countless minutes for human support. Finally the CSR on the line said this was a billing issue, and said she could connect me with billing right away. Click. Long pause. Phone-hung-up beeping. Curse from me.
Call DSL support shortly after 6 PM. Navigate annoying voice recognition system. Be told only after this ordeal that Verizon internet support is only available from 8 AM to 6 PM on work days. Swear.
Morning off from work, specifically to yell at Verizon DSL support. I was able to completely foil the voice recognition system by roaring unintelligibly at it and pressing zero repeatedly until it said “Just a moment while I get an operator.”
Once again, I received the “It’s a billing problem” spiel, but before she could redirect me, I told her that it had never worked before, and I would probably just get cut off again. She assured me I would not, and that if it did happen again, I could get to Billing Support directly via the annoying voice recognition system.
Guess what happened.
This time I navigated the annoying voice recognition system successfully, and was rewarded with a message to the effect that “All customer service agents are busy attending to other customers. There is no queue. You will have to hang up and call again later.” Click.
Finally, I reached a billing agent, who, upon my telling him that my DSL had still not been transferred to my new apartment, promptly informed me that my DSL had been suspended for non-payment. Outside of my regular billing cycle, and I had paid my last bill. I said as much, but he insisted that the system showed I had not paid, hence the suspension, but if there was an error- but this had been the last straw, and I snapped.
“I want to cancel everything. Phone and DSL.”
The billing rep put up surprisingly little resistance to this, and apologized for what I had been through, and forwarded me onward to cancellations. Surprisingly, the line was not cut, and I spoke to a rather jaded rep with a defeated-sounding voice. She explained that it would still be possible to restore and move my DSL access, but I was well beyond the event horizon of conusmer outrage, and simply demanded that all my services be cancelled, despite repeated attempts at keeping me talking for as long as possible.
“Sir, you’re aware that you’re giving up the cheapest phone and DSL service available?”
“And I seem to be getting what I’m paying for, too, this service has been horrible.”
When it became clear that that portion of her retention script was not working, she asked, “What will you use if you don’t have a landline?” and I made the mistake of going along with the script: “My cellphone, of course.”
She then resorted to blatant scare tactics, telling me that cellphones had no 911 support, that they worked differently and that I would not be able to get help in an emergency with my mobile — which was all bunk, of course, since I’ve actually called 911 and 311 on my cellphone at least twice before, and gotten a quick response. I interrupted her terrorization spiel with a curt “Thank you, but please cancel my service right away.”
Finally I got my cancellation number, gave a kinder-than-I-felt thank-you to the CSR, and hung up. By evening, the dial tone was gone.
I’ve signed up with Earthlink for “Freestanding” DSL, that is, naked without the phone line. Their call center is in Cebu, and the Filipina CSR was friendly, cheerful, brisk, and skillful. You could barely tell she was reading parts from a script. It’ll take 5-10 days for the line to activate, then we’ll see if it does any better than Verizon.
Unsurprisingly, Verizon continued to bill me for service after cancellation. I called customer service and eventually got hold of a Verizon CSR who told me that “this does not happen.” I demanded that she check my records, and after a ten minute wait I was greeted by an extremely kind and apologetic voice who told me that I had paid my bills faithfully for years and should never have been disconnected. She gave me her direct phone number in case I ever wanted to come back to Verizon, which I did not. A month later I received a refund check for the part of the month after my cancellation.
Spent the weekend moving to the new apartment, with help from Steve and Saleh. The new place is five floors down and opposite the building from my old one. 525 sq. ft. corner 1BR with a view of the alleyway and a sliver of E Street. Same old tiny kitchen, slightly smaller bathroom than the last one, but lots more closet space, a bigger living area, and a unique layout with weird angles where the shape of the building follows the adjacent diagonal street.
Expect little activity here. I won’t have DSL at home for another week. Verizon. Long story for another post.
Setting sun peeks through the trees along the National Mall. Days like this are nice for walking home.
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City Segway Tour group learns how to drive before setting out from corner of 14th and Penn NW.
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As of early last week, I had sent out about twenty resumés to various openings in DC, of which only three had garnered positive responses: one was for a Webmaster/IT Manager position at a DC-based network of U.S. academic computing departments (which entailed web development and tech support, which I turned down because the target interview date was too far off), another was for a temp-to-perm “Web Assistant” position for a powerful federation of labor unions (take a guess which one), and the last one — and the most promising to me — was a Web Designer position with a design studio in downtown DC.
The labor union federation had gotten back to me first — actually a recruiter for them who had made a posting to CareerBuilder which I found via SimplyHired. My acceptance to the job was all but assured, and I was ready to jump for it — when the design studio called me for an interview. They offered me a two week “tryout” period as a freelance web designer before deciding whether to take me on full time. So, should I jump for the certain full time temp job doing repetitive CMS tasks? Or take a two week risk for higher pay doing something much more in line with my goals and qualifications?
I guess you can tell, from my phrasing, what choice I made: I took the risk. As of now I am a web designer for this company, and I’m about halfway through my trial. It’s a bit odd being a designer again rather than a developer; there’s no more XHTML or CSS or PHP in my work life. Everything’s Photoshop, and I’m back in the thick of typography and palettes and grids and the golden ratio, throwing things together in layers and pixels and vectors — and leaving the worries over code and stylesheets and Internet Explorer to the dev crew. I’m actually liking it. This is why I got my M.A. in Digital Art, after all. Maybe my calling really is to graphic design.
Thanks to all who gave prayers and wishes for well-being in my time of trial. I will soon have thoughts on my experiences as an independent freelance web developer.
While waiting for my pho at Asian Bistro at 19th and L NW, I spotted this bear and her cubs. The bear is holding a fish full of toothpicks. Yes, indeed. Pity the poor bear. And her cubs. And toothpicks.
(BearHold.jpg uploaded by brownpau.)