The cable remote quit working last week. I blamed Mr. kenju (once again). He sits in his recliner in semi-darkness and pushes the buttons without checking to see if they are the right ones.
I have had to reprogram it many times; everytime the electricity goes off it has to be redone. So I was confident that I could get it working again. Not. This. Time. I called the repair service; they told me to replace the batteries and try again. It still didn't work, so I took the old remote to the cable office and they gave me a new one.
Programming that one was not easy either. It worked for about 30 seconds and then it crapped out too. If I got it to where it would turn the TV off, it wouldn't change the channels or raise the volume. If I got it to where it would raise the volume, it would not mute or allow me to flashback to the previous channel. I was stymied, so I called for service. The guy is supposed to come between 8:00 am and noon today.
It is now 5:24, and we still don't have a working remote. It isn't the cable repairman's fault, however. When he had not come by 1 pm, I called the service and was told that appointment had been cancelled because no one answered the courtesy phone call they give before they come to the house. We had both been home all day, so I questioned mr. kenju about being on the phone. He admitted that he had not answered a call-waiting signal, because he was on long distance with an old friend.
Guess who is in the doghouse tonight? He has asked what he could do to make it up to me, and I suggested that he provide dinner tonight. We'll see what that turns out to be. Mr. kenju is not known for his culinary skills.....LOL.
Oh, and the cable guy will be here tomorrow between 1pm and 5pm. I gave them MY phone number this time.
Edit: We had CPK frozen pizza. Just excellent, right? Nothing says I'm sorry like frozen pizza.....LOL