I had something of a problem with my internet recently. The connection had gone really really slow on me and for the life of me I couldn't sort it out. So, I called tech support about it and they sent a guy out. He looks everything over a bit and then proclaims it's the splitter I had on. So he installs a new one.
Thing is, my connection doesn't get any better. If anything it gets worse.
Day five of this, and I decide to take matters into my own hands. Looking around through things I find the problem. It's an easy fix, or would have been if moron hadn't used pliers to tighten down the nuts on my connection. Either way, I sorted things out and life was good.
Fast forward to a few days ago. While in paying my bill, I strike up a convo with the lady behind the counter. She asks me how my service was doing, this is the conversation that followed as best I can remember.
CS: So, the service is fixed?
R: Yeah, well no thanks to the tech. It took me forever to figure out what he'd done; and then to fix what he screwed up.
CS: Sir, are you saying our technician is responsible for your problems?
R: Yes. Yes he was.
CS: Sir, I'll have you know, the technician has (this degree) and has studied at (that school.)
R: That may very well be, but I think he might need to go back.
CS: (about this point one tech I know had wandered out) And WHY is that?
R: Because he doesn't know how to install a splitter. He put the cable from the wall on one of the out ports, and the modem on the in port. Meaning, he put it in backward...
About this time the guy I know (i'll call J) cracks up, laughing out loud. The CS lady's face falls, looking like she just got slapped in the face. Tossing my receipt back at me she doesn't even thank me or say anything beyond well fine.
J told me as I left, that "Tech" is her son and she's always talking about how he knows so much more than everyone else because he went to (that school) and has (that degree).
Thing is, my connection doesn't get any better. If anything it gets worse.
Day five of this, and I decide to take matters into my own hands. Looking around through things I find the problem. It's an easy fix, or would have been if moron hadn't used pliers to tighten down the nuts on my connection. Either way, I sorted things out and life was good.
Fast forward to a few days ago. While in paying my bill, I strike up a convo with the lady behind the counter. She asks me how my service was doing, this is the conversation that followed as best I can remember.
CS: So, the service is fixed?
R: Yeah, well no thanks to the tech. It took me forever to figure out what he'd done; and then to fix what he screwed up.
CS: Sir, are you saying our technician is responsible for your problems?
R: Yes. Yes he was.
CS: Sir, I'll have you know, the technician has (this degree) and has studied at (that school.)
R: That may very well be, but I think he might need to go back.
CS: (about this point one tech I know had wandered out) And WHY is that?
R: Because he doesn't know how to install a splitter. He put the cable from the wall on one of the out ports, and the modem on the in port. Meaning, he put it in backward...
About this time the guy I know (i'll call J) cracks up, laughing out loud. The CS lady's face falls, looking like she just got slapped in the face. Tossing my receipt back at me she doesn't even thank me or say anything beyond well fine.
J told me as I left, that "Tech" is her son and she's always talking about how he knows so much more than everyone else because he went to (that school) and has (that degree).
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