In my efforts to move to the ideal location for my continued literary and education endeavors, I planned to move my RV, which is my home, to a location about two miles from Texas A&M University-Commerce. But things went awry.
On a Monday, I made arrangements for a spot in a park where RVs are mixed with mobile homes and preceded with plans to move. The electric company had problems with the address but took a large deposit and promised that I would have electricity on the day I desired. Time-Warner was not so cooperative with internet and cable and found the location in their system only after hours of discussion and description. It took an entire day but I was set. I thought.
The afternoon before I was meant to move, Time-Warner called and indicated that the address did not exist in their system. After much discussion I called the park and asked the manager to help with the address problem. She informed me that I could not move to that spot anyway because someone already lived there. I called the electric company who told me that because my request for cancellation was so late in the day that they would be unable to cancel the technician and I would be charged an installation fee. “Fine,” I said. “Just make sure you get it switched back to whoever is living there; I don’t want to pay their electric bills.” That was Wednesday.
I called another park twenty miles from Commerce—Shady Lake RV Park and Campgrounds in Sulphur Springs, Texas. Yes, they had an opening. Internet? Free wireless. Cable? You’ll have to get a satellite dish. The conversation went so well that I thought this was the spot I belonged. The forces of the universe had come together, and I could now fit nicely into my chubby hole of happiness—even though it’s much farther (and further, if you catch my drift) from the university than I wished to be. That was Thursday.
When I arrived at the park and they said, “Oh, we rented out the spot you reserved but we have another,” I should have taken it as a danger signal. But I drove to the described location, said hello to my new neighbors, and began to set up. Speaking of signals? The free wireless only reaches about half the park, which includes neither the location I first reserved nor the location I rented on arrival. With my first call they told me the router probably needed to be rebooted. With my second call they explained that it sometimes isn’t a very strong signal in that area, but if I walked up toward the office with my laptop, maybe I could pick it up. That was Friday.
After asking around I discovered the truth about the non-existent (let me be fair) seldom existent signal. On my third call I asked what options were available for internet and was directed to Verizon. Then I got a call back a few minutes later (from the other half of the non-communicative ownership team) saying that if I needed an option to move they knew of a good RV park in the next town. I explained that I was looking for internet options. I should have taken the hint. I didn’t set up completely because if I couldn’t get internet I wouldn’t stay. Verizon Store plans were too expensive and I purchased a mobile hotspot (Sprint’s Virgin) and set it up without success. That was Saturday.
End of Part One – Folks, it gets worse.