The west end of Bagwine strikes again!
I came into work Tuesday morning, only to discover my internet connection is moving like an old man trying to return soup in a deli.
This couldn’t be good right? For me I mean, fuck everyone else. How was I to function for eight or nine hours with the internet this way!
I have no patience for slowness! Um…I really don’t need the internet for work. My work programs were just fine. Fuckers.
Then…it quit altogether. It quit.
A side note. This had nothing to do with Time Warner Cable.
No, my friends, it’s all about the thugs, and assholes in the neighborhood. Time Warner tried to help us over the phone, but had to eventually issue a job ticket.
See, we’ve had this happen before. In the alley by my building, is the pole where the cable box is located. A forty foot pole. Forty foot.
These dwellers around here get their ladder, climb up, open the box, and steal cable, and internet service. They’ve done it at least three times. Why yes, they are reported by the cable company each and every time, but I’m certain it takes a hell of a lot to prosecute.
Anyhoo, Time Warner did their job.
Needless to say, I lost my motherfucking mind! Yes me, see above about everybody else.
Between actual work, and my boss asking 457 times, “Is it on yet?” Oh my sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus.
Luckily for me, and the health and well being of everyone around me, the internet came back on at 12:30.
What? Six hours isn't a long time to go without entertainment? Let’s see you try it buckos!
Zoooooves!!
I came into work Tuesday morning, only to discover my internet connection is moving like an old man trying to return soup in a deli.
This couldn’t be good right? For me I mean, fuck everyone else. How was I to function for eight or nine hours with the internet this way!
I have no patience for slowness! Um…I really don’t need the internet for work. My work programs were just fine. Fuckers.
Then…it quit altogether. It quit.
A side note. This had nothing to do with Time Warner Cable.
No, my friends, it’s all about the thugs, and assholes in the neighborhood. Time Warner tried to help us over the phone, but had to eventually issue a job ticket.See, we’ve had this happen before. In the alley by my building, is the pole where the cable box is located. A forty foot pole. Forty foot.
These dwellers around here get their ladder, climb up, open the box, and steal cable, and internet service. They’ve done it at least three times. Why yes, they are reported by the cable company each and every time, but I’m certain it takes a hell of a lot to prosecute.
Anyhoo, Time Warner did their job.
Needless to say, I lost my motherfucking mind! Yes me, see above about everybody else.
Between actual work, and my boss asking 457 times, “Is it on yet?” Oh my sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus.
Luckily for me, and the health and well being of everyone around me, the internet came back on at 12:30.
What? Six hours isn't a long time to go without entertainment? Let’s see you try it buckos!
Zoooooves!!
