So my internet was dying today due to random stupid reasons of crap, and then you know what you have to do when you’re down to your last options….thats right. Ring a fucking helpline. About as much fun as bobbing for cyanide tablets.
Now even when you get a person that can speak ENGLISH they’re still a pain in the ass and take forever, it’s like service dumbed down for apes on heroin. You say straight out, ok look I’ve checked the wires and the lights are all on thats not the problem so lets move on. What do they say? No sir we must check everything properly. Now first. Is the power light on the modem green?
YES ITS FUCKING GREEN, I KNOW HOW TO CHECK IF THE POWERS ON!!
So you go through that boring shit and thats bad enough till they fix the problem by just resetting your fucking internet which is what they should have done in the first place.
But then, thats a good phone call. Then you get the people that have such a heavy accent that you wanna scream. You have to ask them to repeat everything 10 times. I’m not racist about this. Seriously, it has nothing to do with there race, it has to do with there voice. If you get a plain ol white english person and I can’t understand him either. I would be wishing his vocal chords into the fires of hell just like the rest of them.
Best option as people say? Just hang up on them as soon as you hear if they’re asian or indian, but then you have to ring up again, and again. It’s like playing lucky dip with telstra.
Oh you gots a number 3 out of the barrel? Ren U Gets RASIAN RACENT lololol
Fuck you helplines.