Why I’m Ticked at my ISP

I have been waiting all day for Aaron from my ISP to show up and install some new equipment to hopefully solve all of my internet access woes.  I wish it were just a new router or modem because I could do that myself and forgo this whole waiting thing, but it’s not.  It’s an antenna or something that is going to be mounted to my roof and then (hopefully) neatly wired to our new (2 years ago) office that we currently can’t use as such because we can’t get any &$%# reception there.  It appears to involve drilling on the roof and likely through an external wall so I am very certain no one in this house is going to take part in it.  Thus, we wait for Aaron…and wait…and wait…

I wouldn’t be so ticked except that when he was supposed to come last week, he completely stood me up.  No call.  No email.  Now that really ticks me off.  In this technological age, there is absolutely no reason for my freaking ISP, of all things, not to send me a friendly “oops, not gonna make it today” email.  None.

But, you see, I’m between a rock and a hard place on this one.  I really don’t have any other choices given our location.  I need a high speed connection that supports VPN, which rules out satellite.  I’m stuck with this crappy wireless ISP connection that is just as slow as dial-up yet costs just as much as broadband.  

I can’t get grumpy with my ISP because I have no choice and I realize they can make my internet presence hell if given the motivation.  I suspect they’re doing a little of that already.  I think my buddy Aaron is mad at me for asking that he actually let me know in advance when he plans to come for this little maintenance project rather than just showing up one day and announcing he’s going to do it, which is exactly what happened last month.  I had to politely turn him away.  Ever since then, he’s been crabby with me about making an appointment to get this done…or keeping an appointment once made.

Oh, Comcast, though others hate thee I would welcome thee into my life with open arms.  I would even pay full price for thee…

And by the way, there was no bovine chorus last night so they either found their way back home or one of the neighbors got himself a freezer full of fresh beef.