Having moved into my new house in Stoke while I'm doing my second year of university me and my house mates decided to get the internet connected. This may be all very well and good. After all, the internet is a valuable source of information for any course you may be studying. Christ knows how people did their degrees without it. I suppose the library was actually pretty full fifteen years ago.
Anyway, after settling on Virgin Media as our internet supplier and signing the contracts they finally come across as a set of useless arseholes.
I don't apologise for the above statement one bit to be honest. It was the most polite word I can think of to describe them. The engineer didn't have a clue what he was doing. He simply gave us a modem, plugged it into the mains and after half an hour pissing about making himself look busy, he fucks off leaving us with no internet and a £30 installation fee. Frankly, I'm refusing to pay it because technically we installed the internet ourselves (or to be precise, Ian did.)
He had to nick the installation disc from Dan's house and set up the activation process himself on his laptop before we were left with one modem and an used wireless router which we can't figure out because the instructions are missing. To make a further mockery of Virgin Media, they promised us another free router which they still haven't delivered.
Richard Branson doesn't know what type of useless vaginas run his company.
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