Modern Life 2.3

Yes, my sweets, we're getting daily updates now... because the situation is quite ridiculous.

MIA, the e-mail I should have received last night to confirm that I'm keeping my current Internet connection.

And then... Magic! The parcel that I was told had been delivered to a store where I could retrieve it Apparated to my post office, whose employees gave it to my building's caretaker (I'm parked in a council estate, and the lovely bloke told me that they dumped about forty parcels at his offices without warning).

So, first, the travelling parcel will go back to its "mummy", and... *drumroll* the council will change the optic fibre connection boxes in all buildings and replace them with one linked to a net provider that's not mine because they've made a deal with that other company. So I just cannot have an optic fibre netbox with my current company.

 

I love my plonkers disorganized, but I find the lack of communication in most places today quite frustrating.

Icing on the cake for today? I tried to phone my provider's hotline, but we were too many, and it disconnected me each time... until they closed the shop for the day - at 10pm instead of midnight as advertised on their website (they change the theme of their site every other month, but they don't bother updating the pages - or they're in India, and I'm entering a bad remake of The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel).

You know what?

I go OCD each time I deal with this, and that's too much of a waste of time for a Whisky Tango Foxtrot snafu.

A lovely gal promised me that my wish was duly noted. I'll believe in her professionalism in all this.

If not...

The Law is on my side and Mrs Hyde wants to have some fun.