Raging Against the Machine

Today I'm in bad form. Bad ould nifter as my Daddy would say. I have a perma-frown dug into my forehead, and no broadband in Donegal.

ARGH!

I applied for broadband in Donegal in January of this year. In late February they got back to me and told me I'd filled out an old application form, and could I please fill out a new one. The difference between the old form and new form was pretty much some coloured ink and a new font.

ARGH!

So I filled out the new form. They confirmed receipt of my application on the 18 March. Of this year. And I've been waiting for an engineer to come out to my house and install it ever since.

ARGH!

A week ago last Friday he was supposed to come out and connect me up. He didn't. Then I was told that he'd definitely be out to me the following Monday. He was sick. So I was assured that he might get to me the next day. But when I rang, they told me that I wouldn't be getting my connection that day, as there were repairs to be made, and 'obviously' repairs take priority

ARGH!

So he didn't turn up the Wednesday, Thursday or Friday of last week. So this week's a new week. I ring them to see if he's gonna turn up. He will definitely. No bother. For sure. My house. Monday. Afternoon. Except that he's having a wee bit of bother with his van.

ARGH!

It's Tuesday today. He's *definitely* coming to install it today. So where's he starting? Downings. Co Donegal. Where's my house? Outside Carndonagh, Co Donegal. Donegal's a big feckin county. And he's having bother with his van.

ARGH!

I am trying not to chew my cheek off in frustration. But it is a battle (like the broadband installation) that I may not win...