Some more fun, was at my parents' house today when their connection went off. Tried rebooting and all that mullarky but the modem would not lock on and gave me a 192 IP.
Phoned tech support, got through to a 'Dave' (yeah right) who told me it must be my router.
I told him my parents wouldn't know what a router was if it danced naked in their kitchen.
Again 'Dave' told me it was my router.
I explained once more that my parents do not have a router.
'Dave' asked me if I was sure as this MUST be a fault with my router.
I told him for a third time, there was no router.
He then asked me to make sure that the CATV cable was securely attached to the modem. I checked and it was.
I remember the actual words to his reply "Well Mr Russ I can only tell you that this is a problem with your router; I will need you to disconnect it before I can continue".
I told him for the last time it was NOT "the router" seeing as there was not and never had been one connected.
He put me on hold "to run some tests" (or as it sounded to me, to "go and ask someone else what to do as I am all out of ideas").
When he returned he told me he could now "see a fault" and an engineer would be required. He put me on hold while he connected me to a "2nd level" agent who would arrange the call-out".
After 20 minutes of on-hold music I hung up and rang them back.
I got through to a 'Max' (

) who gave me his extension number (BIG mistake, old Maxy boy) who said he would put me through to someone to arrange the call-out. I asked him to not put me on hold after what just happened. He told me he would have to do this in order to transfer me. I asked how long I'd be on-hold for.
His actual words?
"About 3 or 4 minutes".
20 minutes later I hung up having heard nothing but on-hold music.
I rang back a
third time and spoke to 'Sarah' (..yep, you guessed it...) who I relaid my plight to and asked to be put back through to 'Max' on extension xxxx - she did a bit of checking - only to find out that he'd finished his shift 20 minutes ago and had left the building.
Yep, old Maxy-baby put me on hold then went home.
I went nuts at this and demanded to speak to a supervisor and surprisingly enough was passed on to one straight away.
An engineer was promptly booked and I recieved an apology about 'Max' and an assurance that it'll be looked in to.
So is this the Indian's newest tactic, to assume adopted 'British' names? I find that a bit dishonest seeing as they require me to confirm my identity.