Connections

I'm back. My bed feels soft and accommodating.

I miss my Mum. I miss my dear friends in Pembrokeshire. I miss being around Iolo and Baby Beti and I miss having a wireless internet connection.

Right now I'm on dial-up. Last night I had an hour conversation with a Charter tech in Asia. Where in Asia I'm not sure. When I asked him where he was he said, "Asia." He didn't like my attitude, either. He didn't like that I couldn't understand but every fifth word out of his mouth. When I asked him to speak more slowly, he pitched an attitude. He was walking me through some bullshit where I had to type nonsensical letters into command boxes. This is pretty much how he instructed me to type 'command go.'

C for Cincinnati
O for Oregano
M for Milwaukee
M for Macintosh
A for Anchorage
N for Nova Scotia
D for Dumb
O for Okeefenokee

Okay, I get it. You can speak English and I can't speak Hindi, but STOP IT. NOW!

That's when I started speaking so quickly that there was no way he could understand me. Yeah, I'm mature like that. He then had to keep asking me what I was saying. I suggested that we start over again and that if he didn't act like a pissed off 18 year old, I would pitch my pissed off menopausal routine. He didn't understand everything I said, but he did get the essence. We started over and got nowhere. So now I'm on dial-up until tomorrow when I will agree to pay Charter more money for a faster stronger connection (with a month to back out) and when I'll also begin to start seriously researching other options.