An hour later, our entire site went down. I got it fixed a little over an hour later, but it meant getting home at 10:30 or so. I was too tired to muck around with the TV and the storage thingy. Citing the professional slackers mantra of "tomorrow!" I went to bed.
Got up this morning, after having slept very poorly if at all. I stumbled through the ritual of squinging the filth off of me in the shower, confirming on the internet that indeed, the world had not fallen to pieces in the night, and that no bad news was waiting in my inbox. Then the doorbell rang.
A squad of cable guys, entirely unasked for - descended on my house to rewire everything so that TV and internet were on different, separate lines. It took less than half an hour. They even stopped to play with the dog, and I was still only about ten minutes late for work.
Now I have TV! Oh great mistress of productivity, prepare to have my already meagre offerings to you drastically reduced!