Manning 2 Manning: The Sitcom

S01E1: Pilot

Peyton arrives at Eli’s New Jersey condo sporting his new Jet’s gear and asks if he can stay for awhile.  Peyton soon learns that he was cut from the Jets and tries to keep it secret.  Peyton convinces Eli to go to the gym.  Peyton uses many hilarious methods to prevent Eli from seeing the gym TVs which are all reporting about his being cut. Peyton throws a weight at the TV when it appears that Eli might see the news.  The manager kicks the brothers out of the gym.  Peyton intentionally crashes Eli’s car when Eli tries to tune the radio to Sport Center.  Abby pressures Eli to get Peyton to search for an apartment.

S01E02: The Jersey

Abby accidentally ruins Peyton’s Jet’s jersey in the washing machine.  She holds the jersey behind her back when Peyton comes looking for it.  Abby tries to fix it but only makes things worse when she sews the sleeve shut.  She tries to hide the jersey but their dog, Chester, steals it from the laundry basket.  Meanwhile, Peyton keeps changing the channel to 2 Broke Girls when Eli is trying to watch The Voice.   Chester jumps on the couch with Peyton’s ruined jersey and Peyton threatens the dog while Eli holds him back.  Abby guiltily watches from the kitchen while Eli disciplines the dog.  Abby continues to pressure Eli to kick Peyton out.  Later, Eli gathers enough courage to ask Peyton to move when he overhears Peyton on the phone talking about getting cut from the team.  Abby and Eli reluctantly accept Peyton as their new roommate.  Peyton finishes watching 2 Broke Girls with the whole family.  Chester eyes Peyton from his kennel.

S01E06: Cooper Visits

Eli is upset at Peyton for being 3 weeks late on the rent.  Peyton assures Eli he will get the money but more importantly he excitedly reveals that Cooper is coming to town.  Eli and Peyton take Cooper out to dinner and end up at a dive bar.  The brothers try to get Cooper to confess who is the better quarterback.  Peyton attempts to win Cooper over by buying rounds of shots for the entire bar.  Eli is noticeably perturbed by Peyton’s use of money.  Eli drinks too much and passes out.  Eli wakes up on the condo roof in his underwear.  Peyton and Cooper lie to Abby about Eli’s whereabouts and she threatens to call the police.  Eli attempts to keep his sanity by talking to a nest of attentive baby birds about his situation with Peyton.  Chester bites Peyton in the crotch.

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1 Hour to Cancel Verizon Fios

If you want to cancel Verizon Fios be sure to have all of your information ready. Gather up your: birth certificate, passport, an 8 x 10 photo from your last vacation by the ocean, an extra phone so you can call your mother to confirm her maiden name, your outside voice, and your last bill.

I walked through the robot lady’s button presses on the customer help line and got received the privilege to talk to a real life human Verizon representative (not even at the zoo!).  “I’d like to cancel my account.” I cheerfully said.  “Here is my contact phone number.”  After a few moments and ‘sorry to hear you go’s’ she exclaimed, “OH you live in a different state, I’ll have to transfer you to your state!”  She dutifully transferred me to the correct state.Our questions will break you!

Things finally got straightened out and I was talking to the woman of my cancellation dreams who had the god-sent authority to cancel my account.  I forget her name (dammit!), but for the sake of this post, she will be referred to as Turd Muffin.

We got really close to her saying it was ok to cancel my account when Turd Muffin put on the brakes. Turd Muffin said that I just had to tell her how much my last payment was or what the last 6 digits of my account number were.  I told her I didn’t have my last bill or my account number. She couldn’t cancel my account without me “securing” my account. My word as my bond was not enough and she insisted that I find the information for without it I could be anyone.

So begins our journey…

I started guessing what my last bill was.  They have not been consistent lately (because they had screwed up and overcharged me by $200 in January and Feb (a story for another day)).  My last bill was negative 3 dollars.  No good.  $211 before that?  Nope.  Around $105?  I think I got really close because of her encouraging tone, but Turd Muffin said I needed to tell her down to the micropenny the exact amount I paid (but it would be OK if I rounded up on the last digit).

So I went online to look for my account number or bill amount. I told Turd Muffin that she had to wait while I grudgingly looked it up. I signed on to my online account and read her the numbers. “That is not the right number,” said Turd Muffin like a disapproving mother who was asking what happened to the fence and was tired of me lying.

“But it says “account number” and has numbers right after that spot!” I exclaimed. Apparently I was signed into my internet account, which I was also canceling, and she could not use my internet account number to confirm that I am who I am.

Keep in mind all of this is just to prove that I am who I am saying I am.  She is seeing all of this information on her screen.  She is holding me and my account hostage until I give her a magical password.

I asked if there was something else we could confirm with; my address perhaps or the name of my favorite animal. “How about I read you today’s Family Circus cartoon instead? It’s hilarious because the blond haired kid doesn’t understand something his mom told him…”

“No no no account number only!” screamed the wretched Turd Muffin. My happiness with talking to the woman was fading. She said that every time I have made changes to my account I have confirmed with an account number.  I told her I have never had to give my account number before, but she pulled out of her docket, Exibit A, and listed off all of the times I had done so.”Right here it says you gave your account number and ‘secured’ your account at this date at this time!”  Liar!  I have never even known my account number.

Normally I enjoy having my own words thrown back in my face and being called a liar on the phone, but not today!  At this point the glue holding my outside voice in unstuck and I started talking at Turd Muffin very loudly (but cuss free).  She said that it was a rule that I couldn’t talk to her that way. Noticing that we were getting away from the point so, I told her that I had made a new rule and it was for her to freaking cancel my account.  I asked if it was a rule to stall by requiring customers to provide ridiculous information so they would give up on canceling and keep the service because it’s not worth the effort.

This entire time I am pouring over six or so webpages trying to find the numbers to appease Lord Turd Muffin.  A lightbulb went off in my head.  I pulled up my last Verizon email.  The email had the last 4 digits of my account!  I excitedly read them off thinking I had finally found the launch code!

“Sir I need the last SIX digits of your account number! Four is not enough.”

Stunned.  “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” I said.

“Sir there are other customers waiting.  If you can’t find this information I am going to have to end this call.”

“I want to talk to a supervisor.”

“Sir, the supervisor is going to the need the same information. I cannot transfer you to a supervisor until you give me either the LAST SIX DIGITS OF YOUR ACCOUNT OR THE LAST PAYMENT AMOUNT!” She said the last part, mocking as if talking to a child. I was tired of hearing the words, “account”, “number”, and all of the words created by her voice.

We went back and forth for awhile with some heated words, talking about nothing and getting nowhere.  Meanwhile she is holding on to this information refusing to take the next step, mocking me, and being a generally terrible person holding the keys to the gate of my Verizon Fios Free life. She told me that I could call the Internet help department to help teach me how to use a computer and squeeze my account number from their terrible site that only shows internet account numbers!

Then it happened.  She said I was wasting her and the other customers’ time and was going to end the call.  I was in the middle of thanking her for wasting my time when the phone beeped dead.

INTERMISSION (go get something to drink!)

I called the internet help department to try to learn how to use a computer.  They tried to look up my account with my phone number.  “Oh you’re in another state! That’s why I can’t get it! Let me transfer you!” **HEAD SMACK**

Then a completely clueless guy ends up on the phone.  “Is your number 123-456-7890? Is that your phone number? What did you need help with?” The last 4 numbers were the same as from my email!

I quickly exclaimed, “READ THOSE NUMBERS AGAIN!”  He did. “Thanks sucker, you just accidentally gave me my account number. Now, can you help me cancel my account?”  Of course not.  Transferred again.

To close this long story, after being bounced once again for getting transferred to the wrong state, I got on the phone with a friendly woman who canceled my account within 5 minutes – not once asking for my account number.  I talked to her supervisor and told on Turd Muffin and suggested non-phone related activities for her to do and where to send her final paycheck.

Three Weeks Later

I’ve been back home with Comcast for the last 3 weeks.  The internet isn’t as fast but it is mostly unnoticeable.  I don’t have cable TV anymore (because: go outside; it’s summer), but discovered yesterday that they still accidentally broadcast BASIC 13 channel cable for free so I feel like it’s 1985 all over again.  I’m going to start watching Sesame Street again starting from Episode 1.

A year from now you’ll be able to read about my explosive cancellation of Comcast.  Expect: Bigger Deals made out of Nothing and Longer Strongly-Worded Conversations!