Spent half the day on the phone to Voda today. I've always had my phone with them and been happy, so last April changed my www to wireless upon renewal of the contract. Ever since the chane-over I've had www issues. After speaking with the ombudsman, I was dealing with a woman in Tassie (the closest call centre to Australia), her line was the new tower out here needed fine tuning. The excuse for the delay of same, ranged from bushfires in Vic. to flooding in Ingham, the Great '09 Flood of Babinda, fortunately passed unmentioned. I had been assured all would be fixed by 31/08/09, so after the worst week, www wise, so far, I called again. She has now run out of excuses, so passed the buck back to tech support, where I started! A LOTE 'gentleman' phoned me totally contradicting all that had been spouted by Miss Tasmania.
Mr LOTE, whose first language is Mozanbeekish, had little grasp of English and was utterly stuffed with Australian.
Each time I interupted or asked a question, he had to return to the beginning of the paragraph of the parrot learnt spiel.
Between me chucking in as many dunny doors, chooks, strewths et al, drop-outs and his need to consult with his supervisor, then return the call; I think he earned his eggcupfull of rice today.
How do you say " Strewth, I've got a doozy of a headache, had some Aussie barsteward call the centre today." in Mozanbeekish?![]()




				
				
				
				
			
), her line was the new tower out here needed fine tuning. The excuse for the delay of same, ranged from bushfires in Vic. to flooding in Ingham, the Great '09 Flood of Babinda, fortunately passed unmentioned. I had been assured all would be fixed by 31/08/09, so after the worst week, www wise, so far, I called again. She has now run out of excuses, so passed the buck back to tech support, where I started! A LOTE 'gentleman' phoned me totally contradicting all that had been spouted by Miss Tasmania.
 Mr LOTE, whose first language is Mozanbeekish, had little grasp of English and was utterly stuffed with Australian.
  Each time I interupted or asked a question, he had to return to the beginning of the paragraph of the parrot learnt spiel.
 Between me chucking in as many dunny doors, chooks, strewths et al, drop-outs and his need to consult with his supervisor, then return the call; I think he earned his eggcupfull of rice today.
				
				
				

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