This evening I had the unbridled joy of speaking to someone from India trying to fix my internet connection. Now - before I'm accused of being a racist xxxxxx, and although his English was probably as good as mine - his diction was not. There's only so many times that you can ask "sorry, can you repeat that" before both you and him get seriously pissed off. The computer language/jargon doesn't help - so it's like talking to an Indian while you both try to converse in Martian.
After 47 minutes (I have a timer on my phone) - he decided that there was bugger all he could do and so I am still without wireless technology......a big fat waste of time. Had the chap been from the home counties - we'd have discovered in a third of the time, that there was bugger all they could do. So, I'm now back to traditional broadband (not wireless) - which works and is quicker than if I were wireless. Only problem is that someone is bound to break either a neck or leg when they fall over. Sod's law it'll be me.
Monday, June 18, 2007
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