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I must watch BBC's Robin Hood series, so I pulled up my torrent client and set it to downloading the first and second season. Each season is about 4.4GB, so it was quite a hefty load, but I've never had a problem before. I actually started the downloading extravaganza last night, but turned off my computer before bed. I set it to continue downloading this morning while I stuffed some Cheerios in my mouth for breakfast.
That was when all the trouble began.
Jason began to complain about slow internet speeds and such. He's terribly emo about the internet and download speeds, so I just brushed him off. Besides, it was a beautiful morning, and I wanted to take Ferguson to the park. Just before I left, Jason unplugged the DSL modem and cut both our internet connections. Whatever. He was all up in arms when I left for the park and my flippant attitude about his concerns didn't help. When I got back, he was still whining about the slow connection. It wasn't like molasses, but it was a bit slower than normal. He had already called Qwest and did the unplug-this-plug-in-that dance over the phone with a technician, but in the end it didn't help a bit. I sat down to look at it and noticed that we were actually losing connection to the internet for a second or two every couple minutes.
Sooooo....
I called Qwest and spoke to this poor fellow who I eventually frightened. I explained the situation. I did the unplug-this-plug-in-that dance like Jason had done only minutes before. Nothing was resolved, and the technician told me that they would have to send someone out to look at it - that it was likely a problem in the wiring - and that I would be charged $85 for their time. Oh, ho! Eighty-five dollars, my ass. Maybe I was a bit overzealous in my discussion of my thoughts on paying money to fix their faulty equipment. He became so nervous that he put me on hold for a few minutes to talk to his boss. He returned and we went through several more diagnostic tests, eventually finding nothing at all. For all intents and purposes, this intermittent loss of connection shouldn't be happening. It was decided that a technician really did need to come out and repair the bad wiring that most assuredly was in the walls of the apartment building I live in. I told him I would have the apartment management office call Qwest back to discuss this. If someone was going to pay for the crappy wiring in this building, then I was determined to make that the management's responsibility. Bastards. So, I got the reference number and told the technician that someone would be in contact with him on Monday.
Jason and I went grocery stopping. I bought little rice bowls and chopsticks to cheer myself up. We both stewed the entire time. How dare they muck up our internets?! Evil phone company. After stowing the groceries and eating dinner, I sat down to check on the progress of Robin Hood. It's only 40-something percent. I need to see this show pronto. Like, yesterday. And it has been downloading for hours. The intermittent loss of internet is affecting it, I'm sure. So, I check. Yes, it is. The line graph that represents the download speed of the file looks like a frickin' EKG instead of the rolling hills I was expecting. I spend another half hour bitching about it to Jason until he's properly worked up and pissy about it again. Now he's discussing when exactly we should dump Qwest and just get cable internet. And, he waxes poetic on exactly what he thinks of the early termination fee for the two-year Qwest contract.
So, I spend my evening angsting over my lack of Robin Hood. No sexy Guy of Gisborne in leather for me. Just stupid EKG line graphs that depress me because when I see them I think of all the trouble I'm going to have swindling the apartment complex into paying for these defective lines, even if they should be paying for it regardless. I look up our problem on the internet, which still works for the most part. Nothing is of any help, though I do try some suggestions and change a few settings.
I eat a scone with some tea. If I can't watch Robin Hood, then I'll at least pretend that I'm British.
When I return to my computer, I'm so utterly depressed over the lack of completion of the first season of Robin Hood that I shut off the torrent client in disgust. I can't stand looking at the line graph anymore. It makes me want to cry or beat the Qwest technician over the head with my fancy wireless modem. Then I realize I'm no longer receiving connection errors every two minutes when I load websites. Jason and I confer, and I ask him to watch the blinky light on the modem.
It works now.
I shut down my torrent client, and the connection is hunky dory? WTF. This sucks. Obviously, the powers that be have made an executive decision, and that decision is that I can't watch Robin Hood. So depressing. But my internet works now. No faulty wiring. No crappy modem. And I'm sorry little technician fellow who I yelled at. It was me, not you. It was my desire to see Guy in leather pants. Hormones don't pay off, man. They just get you in trouble and then your internet breaks.
Today's lesson? I should have downloaded the files at work since we have a faster and (apparently) more reliable internet connection there. Guess what I'm doing Monday morning.
That was when all the trouble began.
Jason began to complain about slow internet speeds and such. He's terribly emo about the internet and download speeds, so I just brushed him off. Besides, it was a beautiful morning, and I wanted to take Ferguson to the park. Just before I left, Jason unplugged the DSL modem and cut both our internet connections. Whatever. He was all up in arms when I left for the park and my flippant attitude about his concerns didn't help. When I got back, he was still whining about the slow connection. It wasn't like molasses, but it was a bit slower than normal. He had already called Qwest and did the unplug-this-plug-in-that dance over the phone with a technician, but in the end it didn't help a bit. I sat down to look at it and noticed that we were actually losing connection to the internet for a second or two every couple minutes.
Sooooo....
I called Qwest and spoke to this poor fellow who I eventually frightened. I explained the situation. I did the unplug-this-plug-in-that dance like Jason had done only minutes before. Nothing was resolved, and the technician told me that they would have to send someone out to look at it - that it was likely a problem in the wiring - and that I would be charged $85 for their time. Oh, ho! Eighty-five dollars, my ass. Maybe I was a bit overzealous in my discussion of my thoughts on paying money to fix their faulty equipment. He became so nervous that he put me on hold for a few minutes to talk to his boss. He returned and we went through several more diagnostic tests, eventually finding nothing at all. For all intents and purposes, this intermittent loss of connection shouldn't be happening. It was decided that a technician really did need to come out and repair the bad wiring that most assuredly was in the walls of the apartment building I live in. I told him I would have the apartment management office call Qwest back to discuss this. If someone was going to pay for the crappy wiring in this building, then I was determined to make that the management's responsibility. Bastards. So, I got the reference number and told the technician that someone would be in contact with him on Monday.
Jason and I went grocery stopping. I bought little rice bowls and chopsticks to cheer myself up. We both stewed the entire time. How dare they muck up our internets?! Evil phone company. After stowing the groceries and eating dinner, I sat down to check on the progress of Robin Hood. It's only 40-something percent. I need to see this show pronto. Like, yesterday. And it has been downloading for hours. The intermittent loss of internet is affecting it, I'm sure. So, I check. Yes, it is. The line graph that represents the download speed of the file looks like a frickin' EKG instead of the rolling hills I was expecting. I spend another half hour bitching about it to Jason until he's properly worked up and pissy about it again. Now he's discussing when exactly we should dump Qwest and just get cable internet. And, he waxes poetic on exactly what he thinks of the early termination fee for the two-year Qwest contract.
So, I spend my evening angsting over my lack of Robin Hood. No sexy Guy of Gisborne in leather for me. Just stupid EKG line graphs that depress me because when I see them I think of all the trouble I'm going to have swindling the apartment complex into paying for these defective lines, even if they should be paying for it regardless. I look up our problem on the internet, which still works for the most part. Nothing is of any help, though I do try some suggestions and change a few settings.
I eat a scone with some tea. If I can't watch Robin Hood, then I'll at least pretend that I'm British.
When I return to my computer, I'm so utterly depressed over the lack of completion of the first season of Robin Hood that I shut off the torrent client in disgust. I can't stand looking at the line graph anymore. It makes me want to cry or beat the Qwest technician over the head with my fancy wireless modem. Then I realize I'm no longer receiving connection errors every two minutes when I load websites. Jason and I confer, and I ask him to watch the blinky light on the modem.
It works now.
I shut down my torrent client, and the connection is hunky dory? WTF. This sucks. Obviously, the powers that be have made an executive decision, and that decision is that I can't watch Robin Hood. So depressing. But my internet works now. No faulty wiring. No crappy modem. And I'm sorry little technician fellow who I yelled at. It was me, not you. It was my desire to see Guy in leather pants. Hormones don't pay off, man. They just get you in trouble and then your internet breaks.
Today's lesson? I should have downloaded the files at work since we have a faster and (apparently) more reliable internet connection there. Guess what I'm doing Monday morning.
