Recursive Words

If there is a creator in the universe, he/she/it has obviously noticed my occasional dissent, and started making moves to put me in my place.

The electrician that visited this morning to finish re-wiring our bathroom – the bathroom that will be heading into it’s fourth week of construction next week – somehow managed to break the fibre connection within the house.

You would be amazed how fast the children appeared following the loss of their connection to endless scrolling videos of people spouting ridiculous crap. I have no idea what the kids are up to tonight – probably staring at the wall – or discovering just how much data costs if they turn their phones into hot-spots.

Thankfully we finally passed the last mobile phone contracts over to our kids about a year ago.

So… I spent half an hour after lunch waiting in a queue to talk to the support desk of our internet service provider, who took my details, claimed to have checked something, and said a technical representative would call me back. It was obviously an off-shore call centre that does no more than fill a form out to request an Open Reach (British Telecom) engineer visit.

Only nobody called back, so I ended up emailing their support department this evening, and explaining what was going on. Funnily enough, twenty minutes later the same call centre called me back, took exactly the same details as earlier, and then said an engineer would visit tomorrow afternoon.

I’m guessing forcing a second call is a tactic to earn two lots of phone call time on a premium number.

So… I’m stuck here all tomorrow now too – in the morning waiting for the tiler to finish tiling the bathroom, and in the afternoon waiting for the network engineer to arrive and replace about 6ft of fibre-optic cable.

Wonderful.

I’m almost out of sense of humour at this point.

We won’t even start about the bathroom, where almost everything that was promised has been a lie so far. It strikes me there are three choices with home renovation projects – either hire an enormous company, who will hire local workman anyway (who will let you down), or hire local workmen directly (who will let you down), or do it all yourself.

It’s kind of a common theme in everything, isn’t it – if you ever want anything done, you end up doing it yourself.

In other news, I had yet another email this morning from an internet advertising “agency”. I’ve learned all about these outfits since the YouTube channel became any sort of size – they claim to be able to help you “grow your audience” – by working some sort of network marketing scam that generates traffic and money – for a fee of course.

What is it with Generation Z thinking that scraping a percentage off the top of any other successful business is a viable business in any way, shape or form? The primary reason content creators become successful is because they create original, useful content – and it grows organically – not because they paid some twenty year old that has no content of their own to sell to sell their content for them – for a fee.

Idiots.

Anyway.

I still have the cough and cold my wonderful children gave to me. I was going to have an early night, then wander to the pub for breakfast in the morning – but of course cannot do that now, because of tradesmen and network engineers.

When will anything go right?