So I finally have DSL aka Real Internet now. And I will no longer be inconvenienced from my online shenanigans by my mother and cousins constantly needing the phone to buy, purchase, or lease controlled substances. Anyone who read the DAY OF EEEVIL thread yesterday will note that I was rather angry it wasn't set up then like it was supposed to. Well it turns out it was but my inability to log on was due to the login name being set to cROBINSON21 which is NOT my last name, even though I was told by the nice non-native English speaking lady on the phone that it was going to be my full first and (correct) last name and 21.
Not knowing that I thought either they hadn't set it up on schedule or my modem wasn't working correctly so I called tech support. Why is it I always either get a non-native speaker with an accent that makes them hard to understand or an English speaker who must promptly transfer me to said non-native? Is it a universal rule somewhere? And why is it tech support people have to talk to you like you don't know a modem from a condom? They get confused if you so much as click Next without waiting for their instruction. If he'd just bothered to confirm my login info right off the bat the whole situation would've been handled in three minutes rather than two hours. Although to be fair a large part of that two hours was just me listening to an all flute musak version of The Bangles' Eternal Flame.
Is this burning (in my eardrums) an eternal flame?
Not knowing that I thought either they hadn't set it up on schedule or my modem wasn't working correctly so I called tech support. Why is it I always either get a non-native speaker with an accent that makes them hard to understand or an English speaker who must promptly transfer me to said non-native? Is it a universal rule somewhere? And why is it tech support people have to talk to you like you don't know a modem from a condom? They get confused if you so much as click Next without waiting for their instruction. If he'd just bothered to confirm my login info right off the bat the whole situation would've been handled in three minutes rather than two hours. Although to be fair a large part of that two hours was just me listening to an all flute musak version of The Bangles' Eternal Flame.
Is this burning (in my eardrums) an eternal flame?
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