Buzzing on my line
Nov. 23rd, 2010 09:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo all weekend I had people hanging up on me, because the phone line buzzed so badly. So I was bold, and called Virgin. On my buzzy line, to make the point. They said they'd send an engineer, and could I be in from 8 till 12 today?
Whoops. I slept in till nine. I never do this, dunno what's wrong with me; but I did. And woke in a fluster, and wondered if I'd missed the engineer already, if there had been a knocking that I hadn't heard; but no, they said there'd be a phone call first. So I went to check the phone for messages. No messages. Also, no buzz.
Then I looked out of the window, and there was the Virgin van. I barely had time to scramble into yesterday's clothing before there was no phone call but a knocking, and a man.
He checked my phone. Still no buzz. Hmm, he said, there is a very slight buzzing. I'll go and check the main cable connection round the corner...
When he was gone, I listened again. No buzz detectable to these ears. I cursed, and kicked the wall, and ran around the house turning things on in case it was interference from the wifi. But the nice young man came back to say that the hole had been full of water, which would certainly have caused a buzzing, and that it was fine now. I have no idea whether that's actually true, or whether it was a diplomatic lie to Make the Customer Feel Better, rather than a punch in the eye for wasting his time. (I do quite often imagine that people are lying to make me feel better. This is probably some obscure branch of paranoia.)
So I have a non-buzzy phone, and another nice Virgin man has come and gone (I swear, Branson must deliberately employ people of that exact age who will hate wearing clothing branded "Virgin"), and all I have to carry forward into the day is a lump on my head where I banged it on the cruel metal shelving, when I was diving down to prevent Mac running off with the nice young Virgin man. Ouchie.
God, it's nearly ten o'clock and I had so hoped to get some work done...
Whoops. I slept in till nine. I never do this, dunno what's wrong with me; but I did. And woke in a fluster, and wondered if I'd missed the engineer already, if there had been a knocking that I hadn't heard; but no, they said there'd be a phone call first. So I went to check the phone for messages. No messages. Also, no buzz.
Then I looked out of the window, and there was the Virgin van. I barely had time to scramble into yesterday's clothing before there was no phone call but a knocking, and a man.
He checked my phone. Still no buzz. Hmm, he said, there is a very slight buzzing. I'll go and check the main cable connection round the corner...
When he was gone, I listened again. No buzz detectable to these ears. I cursed, and kicked the wall, and ran around the house turning things on in case it was interference from the wifi. But the nice young man came back to say that the hole had been full of water, which would certainly have caused a buzzing, and that it was fine now. I have no idea whether that's actually true, or whether it was a diplomatic lie to Make the Customer Feel Better, rather than a punch in the eye for wasting his time. (I do quite often imagine that people are lying to make me feel better. This is probably some obscure branch of paranoia.)
So I have a non-buzzy phone, and another nice Virgin man has come and gone (I swear, Branson must deliberately employ people of that exact age who will hate wearing clothing branded "Virgin"), and all I have to carry forward into the day is a lump on my head where I banged it on the cruel metal shelving, when I was diving down to prevent Mac running off with the nice young Virgin man. Ouchie.
God, it's nearly ten o'clock and I had so hoped to get some work done...