A week ago tomorrow, Verizon entered my backyard without warning or notice. Three Christmasses ago they placed this horrid looking plastic tower about two and a half feet high in the right rear corner of my yard to act as a "hub" for their new fiber optics services. Now I already have an older metallic rusting tower from them in the left corner but it's completely surrounded by bamboo. I've trimmed the bamboo back as far as I can but the power company has lines running underneath that area as well, making it impossible for me to dig the bamboo up. When they set foot on my land three years ago I asked they remove the bamboo to get to the older box. In no uncertain terms I was told they had the legal right to place the new box in that now corner, that the old one was no longer in use and it wasn't their responsibility to remove it. In the process of digging and refilling they buried some of my backyard Christmas lights which I forced them to replace; on to last week.
Apparently one of my neighbors decided to get Verizon services. This guy lives in one of the two houses whose backyards meet my side yard. I live on one corner and he on the intersecting street corner. Tuesday morning of last week I awakened to see an ugly coaxial cable running along the perimeter of my backyard to the bamboo. Then the "professional" contractors ran it in front of the bamboo rather than try fishing it through thus remaining on the easement. It continued to the house not getting the service whose backyard connects with my side. The workers looped the wire through the top strats of the privacy fence, all the way to the guy who decided he wanted their products.
It's running across my backyard! I mean a good thirty foot section is just laying in plain view. Then when it gets to the fences, well, that really looks good; not!
I have an unlisted phone number with another provider. Rather than risk said number showing up on their caller-ID, I used my cell phone to contact Verizon support last Thursday. As I "enjoyed" their automated service trying to garner as much information from me as it could and my refusing to divulge anything other than my street address, I finally got to speak with a girl who had such a sickeningly sweet voice I grew fearful of falling into a diabetic coma!
So there we were, my trying to explain what was wrong while she tried pulling up my account. After the tenth, yes TENTH time telling her I am not nor ever will be her customer, she got the message. My warning was that my grass was supposed to be cut for the last time this season on Saturday and they had until then to bury said cable. Well she asked for my home number so they could call and confirm the repair to which I politely said "UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL I GIVE YOU THAT INFORMATION! YOU HAVE MY ADDRESS. DEAL WITH IT! IF THAT CABLE IS STILL EXPOSED COME SATURDAY I AM IN NO WAY RESPONSIBLE FOR IT GETTING SLICED TO PIECES!" Then I hung up. Isn't it sad you can't slam a cell phone down without breaking it?
Saturday arrived and the cable is still mocking me. Even wild rabbits living in the neighborhood have left the tasty wire insulation alone. My report about the grass cutting was a hoax, an attempt at inspiration which failed. Just a short while ago I placed a second call.
Doesn't it just amaze you how incredibly arrogant utility companies can be? Once again I was subjected to the automated voice asking for my ten-digit Verizon wireless cell phone number. I kept pressing pound with that monotone female voice saying "In order to properly assist you I need to know your account number. I'll be able to transfer you to the person who can help." Well I laughed saying loudly "That'll be a first; customer service." Finally the voice said "Please hold while I transfer your call. Due to an unusual call volume your wait may be through the holidays."
Before proceeding I'd already typed in my zip code on-line and called the number displayed on said webpage. I live in Virginia. Would somebody please explain to me how I ended up talking to another insulin ads-woman in California?
This time I waited no more. When she asked for my account information I quickly said "Put me through to phone repair. I live at ------- and am NOT your customer. This is in regards to an exposed cable running the length of my backyard. At long last she gave the number for the right repair office, at least I hope it's right, and then I spoke with someone I'll call Ken. Our conversation went something like this.
"Hello my name is Ken and I can assist you."
"That would be a pleasant surprise Ken. Are you ready to take some notes?"
A moment's pause followed and finally he said "Yes sir."
"My name is ----- ----- and I live at ----------. One week ago tomorrow your subcontractors entered my backyard without giving prior notice and proceeded to lay a cable to one of my neighbor's houses. It's dissecting half my yard and running along the tops of two privacy fences. I called last week to report it and nothing has been done. Bury the ugly thing immediately!
Another pause and then he asked "Are you experiencing any trouble with your phone or internet services?"
"Nope because I'm not dealing with your company. I thought we'd already covered that I'm not your customer. Just get someone out here to finish the job.
"Okay," he said, "I need to get some information from you first. Can I have your phone number beginning with the area code?"
"No you may not; my phone number is unknown to you and will remain as such. Why is that necessary?"
"Can I at least have the area code and first three numbers?"
"My area code of seven-five-seven and that's all you're going to get. I've already told you my number is with another provider and is unlisted. It would mean nothing to you. Why are you even asking for it?"
"So our technicians will know exactly where to go."
"Don't tempt me like that Ken. Are you saying my street address isn't enough for your technicians to find me?"
"This way they can pinpoint your exact location. What's the name on the account?"
"Oh for the love of-; how many times I have to tell you I'm NOT the customer with your service. As far as I can tell, the cable is running to ----- --------'s house, but don't hold me to that. It won't be difficult for your technicians to see my complaint IF THEY'LL JUST SHOW UP! Now punch some buttons, send some mesages, do whatever you have to do to get this unsighlty thing underground or I will alert city officials about how you're infringing on my property."
Silence came from his end. For a second I thought he'd hung up. Finally he said "Okay I've put in the request. Technicians will be out to your home soon."
"How soon?"
"Within twenty-four to forty-eight hours."
"Fine, I'll wait. But if they show up at your customers' house asking what the trouble is, get a surprised expression while being told everything is working, and then leave without looking over here I will take matters into my own hands. You know, there have been strangers wandering through my backyard recently and I think I saw one of them with an axe! Have a nice day." Then I hung up. I guess I'll have to see if their technicians can find me with just my street address.
As a footnote I realized after hanging up the wire is outside their easement areas. If it's buried where it now rests I won't be able to put in a garden or plant trees or bushes. To offset the possibility of technicians thinking I don't mind, I crafted two signs directing them to either remove the bamboo so they remain inside the easement, or take it to the neighbors' easements behind and beside me. Lazy subcontractors need not set foot on my land. One was placed on the outside of my closed gate, and the other is taped to their plastic monstrosity in the backyard. I only hope they can read.........