...YOU are the idiot of the situation?
I moved into my new flat exactly 2 weeks ago today (8/31). When I called BT to ask them to move my telephone service to join me they said they could switch the service over on the following Monday (9/4). There was no service technician required, that's just...well, that's just when it would happen.
(Did anyone else get visions/memories of a Brian Regan bit just then? "Can you flip it now? Can I come and flip it?")
Oh, and by the way, my broadband service (also provided by BT) wouldn't be switched over until Friday (9/8) because BT needs "at least 7 days notice to move broadband services". (Whatever.)
I don't use the land line telephone all that much, so I noticed on Friday night (9/8) when I tried to set up the broadband that neither was working. I couldn't manage to remember to call BT for help during working hours until Monday (9/11), at which point they decided it best to send out a technician, whose first available appointment was "sometime between 8 and 12" on Thursday (today, 9/14). Great. I'll take the morning off and stroll into the office at lunchtime. No worries.
This morning, at the very same moment my arse landed on my desk chair (7:45am), I remembered the appointment with BT and cried aloud:
"DAMMIT!"
Now I get to start all over again with BT, and I have nobody to blame but myself.
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3 comments:
Dovie..Dovie..Dovie "how in the world on earth" will I hear from you this weekend and next week? Just kidding!!
You are just stressed, LOL
Mom
maybe the switch for broadband takes more people to flip, so they have to plan a day when all their flippers are coordinated (thinking about a malformed dolphin with too many flippers...)
Sad, sad, sad. In truth, you could have left the office, taken the train or tube back towards your new flat, stopped at the local for some fish & chips, strolled the high street, and still made it back before Mr BT man showed his face.
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