OK, so like the cable-Internet company came over on Friday. Nice enough chap, the service technician was, very helpful for what he could do, checking the signal in the line to the modem and back, looking at the cable outside to the control box on the ground level.
Of course the Internet connectivity was on and working properly, for which I explained all my woos and complaints. Poor guy, I realize now; although, I did it in a very calm and friendly manner.
“Watch out for the bird crap,” I said as he exited my screen door onto the terrace. “Lots of house sparrows live out there in the upstairs terrace’s framing.” The technician looked up and pulled his baseball cap out of his back pocket, putting it on pronto.
“Not a problem,” he said.
The end result of the service call was a new line in from the downstairs control box into my flat, straight to the modem. The prior one was in three sections. The outdoor coupling was corroded as well.
Pretty much satisfied with the repair, I bid the tech a Happy 4th, and thanked him for his prompt and courteous service. The best part was the call turned out to be on the cable company.
Since then, my Net connectivity dropped out only twice, with my needing to use the air-card for a short bit, not as long as the previous outages by a long shot, but enough to put up with until the problem gets worse again.
I’ve yet to hear from the auto-parts company about reimbursement for their screwup; however, it’s only been one week since filing the claim to corporate. The general manager of the store involved said the arbitration is settled usually in two weeks, lining up some great fodder for a tirade if they don’t come through in time.
Hopefully everyone on this side of the pond had a splendid holiday weekend. For those across the waterway, the same applies. It’s summertime, summertime, sum-sum summertime, summertime! Ba, bow, bow…