Ranting is healthy

Just as a little warning, this is just me getting frustrations out. I love my family to bits, I can swear a lot, if it’ll bother you I’d suggest not reading on. Some people might find it quite amusing though, so anyway!

/Rant mode on: So since I moved back home, I forgot that my family is ignorant to technology. Even my younger brother that’s a mechanic will ask me how to do the simplest thing on his phone or laptop. I don’t mind it most of the time, but it really fucking grinds my gears.

Since I moved home the internet has been pretty ropey, speed is awful for what my parents pay for, connection is sketchy too. I’ve pretended to be my dad on the phone multiple times to the shitty company we get broadband from (Yeah it’s Sky), the one time having such a deep voice helps eh?

I’ve troubleshooted, changed tons of connections, configured allsorts. Every time the “broadband specialist” I speak to has the answer, hasn’t worked once yet. I’m sick and tired of this shit. I’m too nice to be arsey on the phone and threaten to leave and so on, I’d feel bad. So i’m polite and take the bullshit every time.

This time better have fixed the problem, or I’m going to hunt them down.

My biggest beef with the whole thing is the logic of my family:

We eat food every day, we’re not Jamie Oliver or Ainsley Harriot though.

I use a laptop or computer every day, why does this make me Steve Jobs.

Essentially, I’m the equivalent of Roy from the IT Crowd. /rant mode off

Thanks for that internet, much better.