Hosting a game evening with four friends, in an apartment with no air conditioning, on the warmest day of the year, is possibly poor timing.
It's currently - and by that, I mean that at 11:41pm - just under 30 degrees, and that's before you include the humidity, which adds an extra 6 or 7 degrees.
Luckily, I have a fan. That almost helps.
Tuesday, 16 July 2013
Sunday, 7 July 2013
Protectron Security
I arrived home last Thursday just before 6pm; the phone was flashing to let me know that the line was in use, and the burglar alarm was making an odd noise.
There'd been what they call an alarm incident - something had triggered an alert to Protectron, who were calling to see if everything was OK. I waited for them to finish leaving a message, and tried to call back. Apparently, even though my call was important to them, there'd been an unexpected increase in the number of people calling, and they were most apologetic about the delay. At least they didn't have terrible hold music.
After ten minutes of being told how important my call was, I gave up. I figured they'd be in touch. And how right I was!
Around 6:15, a security man came round to check up. I greeted him at the door, explained the situation, and that everything was fine (I'd be interested to know what the alarm incident actually was, too - I must have missed it by just a couple of minutes, but the house alarm wasn't going off.) The security guard asked if my landlord was in, as it's her name on the contract. I explained that no, she doesn't live her; I showed him my proof of ID, and he went away seemingly happy.
So I was a little surprised when I got a phonecall at about 7:30, asking for my landlord, again. Why no, I said; she still doesn't live here. And the password on the account? I've got no idea what it is, since the password she gave me didn't seem to work. Of course, given that they'd apparently forgotten who lives where and indeed what my landlord's telephone number is, this shouldn't have surprised me too much. So I explained for the second time that I live here, and they went away seemingly satisfied.
Not so! They called back again, this time at 11:45pm. Perhaps they thought I'd hurriedly had my landlord move in, because we went through exactly the same questions. Why no, she still doesn't live here. Yes, I'll give you my name. No, apparently my password doesn't work. And have a pleasant evening yourself!
Can you guess who called back again, at 12:55am? You can? I'm fairly sure that he had the same script of questions to go through - you know, they one I'd already been through three times that evening - but he didn't get much chance. He got sworn at quite a lot before I hung up on him.
Thankfully, that was the last call. I've no idea if they finally took the hint, or if I was rude enough that they cancelled the contract, but I'm not really sure I care that much.
I'm not entirely sure what the point of the last couple of phone calls was - they were effectively calling in the middle of the night, to say that there'd been an incident six or seven hours earlier, and was everything OK. I assume they thought that this being Canada, even the burglars are really polite, and stay a few hours after breaking in so they can clean up after themselves, and maybe make a big bowl of poutine to thank the householders for being so thoughtful.
There'd been what they call an alarm incident - something had triggered an alert to Protectron, who were calling to see if everything was OK. I waited for them to finish leaving a message, and tried to call back. Apparently, even though my call was important to them, there'd been an unexpected increase in the number of people calling, and they were most apologetic about the delay. At least they didn't have terrible hold music.
After ten minutes of being told how important my call was, I gave up. I figured they'd be in touch. And how right I was!
Around 6:15, a security man came round to check up. I greeted him at the door, explained the situation, and that everything was fine (I'd be interested to know what the alarm incident actually was, too - I must have missed it by just a couple of minutes, but the house alarm wasn't going off.) The security guard asked if my landlord was in, as it's her name on the contract. I explained that no, she doesn't live her; I showed him my proof of ID, and he went away seemingly happy.
So I was a little surprised when I got a phonecall at about 7:30, asking for my landlord, again. Why no, I said; she still doesn't live here. And the password on the account? I've got no idea what it is, since the password she gave me didn't seem to work. Of course, given that they'd apparently forgotten who lives where and indeed what my landlord's telephone number is, this shouldn't have surprised me too much. So I explained for the second time that I live here, and they went away seemingly satisfied.
Not so! They called back again, this time at 11:45pm. Perhaps they thought I'd hurriedly had my landlord move in, because we went through exactly the same questions. Why no, she still doesn't live here. Yes, I'll give you my name. No, apparently my password doesn't work. And have a pleasant evening yourself!
Can you guess who called back again, at 12:55am? You can? I'm fairly sure that he had the same script of questions to go through - you know, they one I'd already been through three times that evening - but he didn't get much chance. He got sworn at quite a lot before I hung up on him.
Thankfully, that was the last call. I've no idea if they finally took the hint, or if I was rude enough that they cancelled the contract, but I'm not really sure I care that much.
I'm not entirely sure what the point of the last couple of phone calls was - they were effectively calling in the middle of the night, to say that there'd been an incident six or seven hours earlier, and was everything OK. I assume they thought that this being Canada, even the burglars are really polite, and stay a few hours after breaking in so they can clean up after themselves, and maybe make a big bowl of poutine to thank the householders for being so thoughtful.
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