I stayed home from work on Friday morning waiting for the phone installation tech to show up only to find out that they were turning it on remotely. Well, that didn't work. I plugged in my phone and an old Caller ID box I had to discover no dial tone and a message on the box saying "Hang up phone and check all cords." Annoying, yes, but at least I still had my cell phone.
I called Verizon twice on Friday and again on Saturday morning. After a couple of go-rounds, they happily agreed to send a technician to my house on Monday afternoon, between 4 and 8 PM. Yes, a few more hours of work missed from the new job.
The technician showed up at 6:30 PM and quickly determined that my apartment is set up for not one phone line, but at least three, possibly as many as five. Who knows what the former occupants, a pair of lady co-eds had for telephone needs? Anyhow, this means that only two of the five phone jacks in my apartment work for my new phone line. The tech offered to rewire the jacks, but of course that would cost $75 an hour and he said, from the looks of the rat's nest of wires in the basement, it would require several hours of work.
I said, "Not on my dime, thanks."
I'm okay with where the jacks are: one in each bedroom. I was planning on putting the cordless phone's base in my bedroom and the fact that the other line is in the back bedroom is okay because that's where I'll be setting up the computer equipment. That gives me easy access for an extension while I'm on the PC and for the DSL connection to get onto the Internet.
The cable guy comes tomorrow morning, can't wait!
