In 2002 or thereabouts, I worked for a humane society, and we got our broadband from BellSouth. It went down regularly, and every time it did they told me there was a local service outage, and wait for a few hours. Grr…but often they were right.
Until they weren’t. We went through a period of about three weeks of total lack of Internet access at the shelter, and every single time I called, they said to wait a few hours. It was like pulling teeth to get someone to come out and discover that the ancient phone lines were faulty. At one point when I told them I needed to talk to a supervisor, they put me on hold for ten minutes, then put me on speakerphone with the World’s Sullenest Asshole who answered every question in monosyllables until I gave up. Eventually I somehow got escalated to their serious support department, and they sent someone out who discovered that, lo and behold, their shitty old phone lines had frayed.
We switched to a new company soon thereafter, and when they called asking why we’d switched, I gave them a calm-as-I-could-be explanation of how we used our Internet connection to post pictures of our animals online, and how that was a major way we were able to adopt our animals out, and that if we weren’t able to adopt animals out, they had to be euthanized, and that I couldn’t quantify how many puppies we’d had to kill during those three weeks in which they refused to come out and look at our lines. By the end of the call, the company rep was sobbing.
Felt good.