So, I am too sick and tired to work this week, but supposedly I am not too tired to finally phone up Orange about our useless broadband. We're one of the few people left in the modern world who can't watch any live streaming telly or even a 30 second youtube clip. It wasn't always like this, oh no, one can't live like that, can one?
So they ran a little check, and guess what, our download speed is 0.73 megabums, whatever it's measured in. Zero point seventythree. Ridiculous! I bet people in Outer Azerbaijan (sp.) have faster broadband than that! I laugh! Oh, apparently there's a block on the line and we can only EVER receive a maximum of 1.2 megabums. Says the nice Indian man on the phone, whom I'm quickly losing patience with.
Once I get on the phone to BT I can hear crying in my voice, hopefully the nice British Telecom didn't notice (*embarrassing*), but he assured me that we can indeed have a normal speed of around 8, or OR OR, the fibre... (I want to say optic?) super internet for really modern people who reside in the modern western world. Yey! Only £18 more than we currently pay (which is nothing) but who cares? This is 21st century broadband and I can start to live again.
Actually, this story is a lot lot longer than this. The whole tiring day started when I couldn't install our new wifi printer because the printer couldn't pick up the signal from the router. The printer people said there was a fault with the router. The router people (Orange) said there wasn't. I said what about the slow speed, maybe that's the reason why. Orange said no because that's because there's a block on the line. BT said there's no block on the line. Three hours later, no problem is solved. Who's telling the truth? You decide!
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