My internet has been playing up. Or rather playing down. Since last June.
Plusnet has been trying to fix it, and that involves Openreach. Openreach don't really seem too committed to sorting out the problem. They have heard of superfast internet speeds and want nothing to do with them. I have had six engineers since June. The internet is still behving like treacle at very low temperatures.
Finally. last week, Plusnet recommended a 'senior engineer'. An engineer so senior that he could check the line from end to end, and deal with any problems he might find there. An engineer so specially senior that he could only be booked four days in advance.
I was agog with expectation. All of a sudden, my mundane problem had been brought to the attention of this Openreach demi-god. What could possibly go wrong ?
The demi-god did not show up, that's what. I waited in, agogness drooping, until it became clear he had stood me up. He never rang. He sent no text. He just ghosted me and did a no-show.
The this morning, calloo callay, a text from Openreach.
This little message plays tricks with your mind, not to mention your tenses. It was a bit of a facer, and hard to make head or tail of. It's hard to figure out what tense to reply in.
But it does seem charmingly optimistic that after 9 months of an intermittent connection with the speed of a casserole, there seemed to be the chance that it would have spontaneously fixed itself.
I will wonder all last week who they would might not have sent next yesterday.
Gotta love Openreach !
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