It has now been since 18 business days since the twenty-fifth of August in this the Year of Our Lord 2022. I still cannot get incoming calls on the telephone number I have had since the Year of Our Lord 1985.
I have no boots, and the road disappears into a frozen blankness. I am cold. I do not see a path ahead of me on my quest.
Business Day 10: I call and someone tells me that the phone number has not been released as numerous phone representatives have claimed on Business Days of Our Lord 1 - 10. This resets the clock back to zero. I become so testy that I become short with the representative. This earns me a computerized satisfaction survey.
Business Day 12: I Google "Is AT&T gaslighting me?" This takes me to an interesting article on how even the most well-meaning AT&T sales reps lie like dogs. Eventually someone tells me that there is a physical problem on my street. It is true that the trucks were there earlier working some vague problem. However, the same individual told me he would call me at noon the next day and give me an update. This was a lie.
The Spectrum guy I spoke with on day 10 told me to expect to wait a month to get my phone back. So, that means I could make outgoing calls some time at the end of next week.
Business day 16: I eschew my daily phone call to see if the phone is active. It isn't. It never will be. Stage of grief: acceptance. I dig a hole in the snow and wait for death.
But, seriously, I truly don't see a way out of this.