You may have noticed it has been a little while since I have reflected on life’s meanderings. Since my last post I have relocated from the slightly lethargic surroundings of Chadwell Heath to the cosmopolitan hellway that is home to the 2012 Olympics, namely Stratford.
Now, you would have thought that with the impending arrival of the world (and their sniffer dogs) in under two years that attention would have been paid to technological infrastructure in the surrounding area. Unfortunately this is not the case, and even more worrying is Virgin’s inability to tell whether or not a property will support broadband.
So, thank you Virgin, for sending two men to drill a hole in my wall; for telling me that the engineer will fix the problem with 48 hours; for asking if I can take time off work for the engineer to come around 72 hours after the original date; for the engineer who arrived, one hour after the agreed window had elapsed only to tell me they should never had installed the broadband unit in the first place due to being in an unsupported area; and finally to the wonderful customer service staff who didn’t seem in the slightest bit interested in losing a customer during a time of severe economic instability.
I have resorted to a damn dongle and frankly snail mail is quicker in some circumstances.
Virgin?
Definitely, because all you do is blow…
