Internet Disconnection

Amber Waves, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

You’ll be happy to know that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my Internet connection, even though it cuts out a dozen times in a day, sometimes, and on other days it merrily chugs along.

I would share your joy in my smoothly running variable speed situation if it weren’t for that random “cutting out a dozen times a day” part.

But the cheerful woman on the other end of the phone line — on the other end of the planet, actually — was definite that there was no problem with my modem, no problem with my connection, no problem of any sort anywhere in my vicinity, and was there any additional way that she could help me, please?

Well, no thank you, I think you’ve done about all you could do which is . . . nothing.

It reminds me of adding minutes to my month-by-month cell phone, which, when it doesn’t go right — and this is frequently — involves further conversation with friendly people living in a nation known for hot curries, Darjeeling tea, tigers, and high mountains.

Ascension, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

The positive part of all this is that I’m learning to be more patient, because it really isn’t the “Customer Service” representatives’ part, but I’d thought that, after parenting for more years than many of these representatives have been alive, I was pretty easygoing in my pushy, thrusting, aggressive way.

“The Internet’s out AGAIN!” Tired of Being Youngest, who isn’t a parent yet (Thank God) and thereby hasn’t picked up on easygoing and patient, does not deal well with blips and bleeps.

“You’ve got to call these people and DO SOMETHING!”

I love this.

Waiting, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

The problem is, calling these people never takes under 20 minutes and rarely results in results. My latest conversation ended on this note:

Me: “Let me get this straight: because according to your information, nothing is wrong with my connection, you haven’t actually done anything in the process of this call — like press a button or jiggle a wire or write a little sticky note to upper management, and when I hang up, I’m going back to the same situation I had when I called you in the first place?”

Representative: “That is correct, Mrs. Middle Aged Plague, there is nothing wrong with your connection, and we are delighted to be your high speed Internet provider. Is there anything further that I can do to help you?”

I’m not sure what she meant about the “further” part.

It’s not so much that the young woman comes from a culture diametrically different from mine, and that, even though we’re both speaking English with drastically different accents, we’re really not communicating; it’s not even that she’s probably Tired of Being Youngest’s contemporary with about the same amount of training and experience; it’s that I Never Get My Problem Resolved.

If I lived in a non-rural area, where things like telephones, electricity, and indoor plumbing weren’t such recent additions of the last 100 years, I would find another company, but competitors aren’t muscling one another out of the way to serve a population smaller than the average urban high school.

So I pull the cord out of the modem, jiggle it around, say a little prayer, sit with the kitty and chat — it reminds me of the days that we whacked the TV on the side to get rid of the snowy screen.

Works about as well now as it did then.

Awakening, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

I’m not the only one frustrated. College Girl introduced me to Peggy on You Tube. Funny!

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About This Woman Writes

Carolyn Henderson is the marketing manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art. In addition to her This Woman Writes blog, Carolyn writes a regular art column for FineArtNews, an online newsletter for artists and art collectors.
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7 Responses to Internet Disconnection

  1. Isn’t technology wonderful? 😛

  2. I love the “Peggy” ads. Discover hit the mark with that marketing campaign. Regarding internet connection – I know this sounds insane, but for about two years my connection at work went out every single day around 2:00 P.M. and sometimes I could never get it back by the end of the work day, after shutting down, starting up, jiggling, poking, pushing, etc. The phone company came to the office and even did work on the outside lines, and “updated” our connection – whatever that means. It did not help. What did help was that my computer crashed and I got a new one. I’ve had no problems with my connection since (over a year). Is that weird or what? I guess it was a virus or some other disease in the computer itself. Good luck!

    • Hi, Lisa:
      It’s about time for the computer’s check up with Techno Man, so I’ll bring it up with him. At least we see one another face to face, and he doesn’t give up until the problem’s solved.

      He’s also a small, one-man business, as opposed to a giant conglomerate that outsources everything.

      Hmm.

  3. Jana says:

    Amen, Sister! There is some new broadband outfit coming to our rural foothill community to compete with The Big Bad Boy. It will involve small rooftop antennas that will receive signals from “strategically placed towers”. Hmmm, more will be revealed in the fullness of time. Or not.

  4. Jana: my nephew works for a small all-in-one communications service in a small mid-size town, and they have to limit their growth to what they can handle, because people are so excited about their actual, on-site, in-this-country customer service.

    If I could join them, I would, but they haven’t expanded out beyond a 50-mile radius.

    Good luck with your new broadband business — I hope they exceed promises, and that they make your life run smoothly and without a single cyber hitch!

  5. Bettie Atwood says:

    My experiences exactly……..and I don’t live in the “boonies.”
    At 87, I have to wonder if I have lived too long……….in the complexities of today.

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