Is my face red.
When Friday night I discovered that my TV had no sound, and determined it was no fault of my equipment I mailed a note to my contact in Canada for matters regarding the satellite service. And heard nothing.
Thankfully Flemming and Alexis had lent me scads and scads of DVDs, so I had plenty to entertain me these rainy nights.
Monday came and still no word from my contact, so I decided to mail directly to the provider using the customer space on their web site and, because I am a nice person, I wrote yet another mail to my contact to let him know what I had done.
That somehow got a response. He claimed not having received the original mail.
Many mails later and lots of back and forth'ing, my contact suggested to unplug the whole megilla because, he said, static can build up in equipment.
I unplugged.
And started again.
And had sound.
And felt utterly foolish, particularly since I had written a not so nice note to the provider practically accusing them of sabotage.
I had to eat crow and mail a note back apologizing for my outburst
but it was a small prize to pay for getting the sound back.
Long live us Luddites.
1 comment:
hm, did you fry the crow in a nice garlicy beer-batter? or did you slowly römertopf it with crw and baby onions?....
one can only hope all these IT nerds who run those places and write thos intruction books end up in some sort of dantesque inferno WITH NO ELECTRICITY for eternity!
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