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Dell, Microsoft, Andromeda, Vodafone...

Dell did revert with a suggestion to update my BIOS and notebook system software. I complied. No change in the anomalous behavior.

 

Microsoft replied as well...very cordially. The clarification I sought about OEM software came forth and futility in addressing my problem was expressed. I understand, you can't blame Microsoft for all the minnows being indifferent to the needs of Vista.

 

I was planning on turning up the heat on my blogging drive from November. Seems there'll be a delay. My next rendezvous with Andromeda will be possible only after 15th...when I return from my jaunt to Kolkata.

 

I was attending a tele-conference with our Italian counterparts in office today when came the deadly message from Vodafone stating that I had crossed 80% of my credit limit and that to ensure smooth continuation of services I was advised to clear the unbilled amount! The figure was staggering and I just couldn't imagine that a reticent guy like yours truly could ever have to foot such a hefty bill. Anyway, a hard decision was taken to avoid a repetition. I now have yet another reason to HATE the phone.

 

Domestic bills too have spiraled out of control (thanks partly to the extraneous souls seeking refuge at our dwelling all too often), especially  due to the hidden costs that remain unaccountable, unwarranted and shrouded behind a veil of endless numerals. The charity must stop.

 

A day of immense austerity.

Comments

Vivek said…
Have a nice trip, Deep.
Prateek said…
For the trip u can buy xtacy from me :)

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