I blame Mike Oldfield

I coexist quite easily with almost everything in life, that which I don’t understand I’ll investigate, that which I don’t like I’ll avoid if I can, that which I enjoy I will obsess over and wear it out like a favourite 7″ single on a cheap turntable.

Virgin Media have conspired to twist these elements into a cocktail of annoyance and inconvenience that has seen me without internet at home for the best part of a month (note to future self, that’s why there are no posts on here before this, you didn’t lose your enthusiasm again or throw yourself on the floor and bang your little fists helplessly shouting “I don’t want to do it anymore” etc).

Virgin are utterly infuriating to deal with, totally garbage on an organisational and corporate level and that’s quite apart from the cheeky call centre operatives, one of which stood out as I could see in my mind that he was leaning back, feet up, trying to show off in front of his friends with his gallus dismissive replies and impressive lack of knowledge.
Going back to my initial thoughts, it must be said that after enjoying something, then having to investigate it, I really don’t like it. Unfortunately I can’t avoid it and now I can say with total certainty that I despise Virgin Media and all they stand for.

I want to keep my landline number, how else will Green Deal call centres fill there day without my number to call, but that means reaching an agreement with Virgin. This is unlikely.
Going to SKY feels like collaborating with Murdoch which leaves BT. Sigh.

I deal with companies and institutions every day at work and occasionally play and never have I felt that the web of society is at full stretch held together only by a pair of crossed fingers and the power of greed.

 

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