The situation is apparently that every time Pablo calls, they tell him it's not their responsibility, some other department has to deal with it. The problem is they can't contact the other department directly, they have to leave notes for them. And we can't contact the other department directly either because actually THE DEPARTMENT DOESN'T EXIST.
IT'S A FICTIONAL DEPARTMENT CREATED BY THE EVIL DISENCHANTED PEOPLE WHO WORK AT THE ORANGE HELP DESK. I can just see the door where they stick their post-it notes saying 'Please call these people to fix their internet'. And the door leads to the basement or their nuclear missiles stash, and every time they stick up a new post-it note, they snigger to themselves.
AUGH!!!! HATE!!! HATE!!! And we can't even change our company because we've apparently signed a contract and sold our telecommunication souls to this EVIL EVIL SAAJKFJAAFBEIOAEUADJDKLFAH HJA.
On a pleasanter note, tomorrow I'm going to Vitoria again with the kids for an excursion. They'd made kites that they were going to fly but it's raining so that probably won't happen. Shame. I was hoping the kites might act as a conductor and one of the kids would get struck by lightning. Just for the amusement factor.
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You will absolutely have to take a photo of the kids at some point! (Or is there weird privacy issues with parents?)
dear cath, You really want the kids get struct by lightning ? please, please, dont do that. marcos.
Ahhh, the pain of no internet. Still, you seem to have been able to update your blog. You seem to be everywhere and anywhere. whizzing about and having fun. I like the photo with the man sitting on the bench.
There are always companies that are like that! The folks came over for dinner last night, & we missed your presence. Father is funny. You are morbid. Please don't say things like that in front of O. He is a very sensitive child. Has nightmares & all of that kind of thing. Very serious. Jason scared him with a toy unintentionally & now he shouts "NO MAN, NO MAN" whenever we go to mum's.
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