BT

Our internet went down. Pile of poo.

With ultimate courage, my mum asked me to phone them and talk to someone and fix it.... Never before has this happened.
Bravely I plowed forward and dialed the number with quaking hands.
I WAS ON HOLD LONG ENOUGH TO WRITE ANOTHER FRENCH ESSAY... Which I did.
When I finally got through the person was a total waste of time. He put me on hold again...
After no less than 20 minutes I got through... Then THEY HUNG UP ON ME!

Now. I'm a teenager. I know full well the usefulness of hanging up, but really?!? REALLY?!!?

One French essay and 20 minutes of a ringing phone later I discovered that it was never necerssary.

They played me a message and the woman on the machine (Not even a real woman) told me it was the same for us all.

LIFE IS NOT FAIR AND NEITHER IS BT!!!!

*Dramatically sighs and slams the save button.*

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