I went to the cable company’s home office last Thursday to pick up a modem so that I could hook up high-speed internet at the house. It’s a twenty-three minute drive from work so I figured I could haul butt there and back during my lunch break with a couple of minutes to spare due to the fact my middle name is “Racer X”. No such luck; the DMV here is fabulous, not so much the cable company.
After receiving my modem and all required insert technical terms here for cables and stuff, I raced back to the office prepared to hook up the internet at home over the weekend. Thinking ahead and due to the fact I’m a blonde, I called my brother over to assist and guide in the connection of the box to the computer.
He got nothin’.
We drank a couple of beers, tried again, and still got nothin’. At this point I offered my assistance.
We drank a couple of beers, tried again, and still got nothin’. At this point I offered my assistance.
Bro went home, grabbed his modem and came back to the homestead; lo and behold thru his box we had high-speed connectivity and proceeded to surf the web. He left, took his box with him with the understanding that I would go BACK to the home office and trade out boxes because obviously I had a defective modem.
Monday I again took my lunch break to turn in the “defective” modem and traded it in on a “working” modem.
Monday I again took my lunch break to turn in the “defective” modem and traded it in on a “working” modem.
Went home last night, hooked it up and guess what!! You got it…
I got nothin’.
I got nothin’.
After two modems, three phone calls to tech support, and three IT professionals, I called and made an appointment for a cable technician to come to the house and “hook it up properly”. I have a feeling that Cletus may run into difficulties, too.
Should I have King Dork and Brother there for good measure? Yeah, I think so, too.
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