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I'm mobile...yet again. The Hutch guys had sent someone for address verification on Wednesday to my place during office hours! They couldn't locate it. They then tried to contact me via phone, but since we're undergoing training, I couldn't receive their call. That prompted them to sever my connection on Friday.
Reasoning with the support guys at the Hutch Shop apparently made them see thru their fallacy. They promised to send someone for verification before 8 in the morning on Monday or Tuesday.

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Sebastian said…
So you got the first lesson on Jugglery of personal priorities and professional commitments
Monday, August 22, 2005 10:07:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
Yes! It's a lose-lose situation for me.
Monday, August 22, 2005 10:16:00 AM
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