We have to get an electrician to move it, if we want it in another room.
"Is there a story above this?"
"Two."
"What? two?" he repeated. "Are you telling me this house is three stories?"
"Yes." As soon as I said yes, I could see his face change, from the pain he thought he was possibly going to have to go through, to just slithering out of a nightmare job, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, at the last minute. Phew! kind of look. I could see the corners of his mouth crease in pleasure.
He drilled through the front of the house. I’m sure I wasn’t gone a minute. I was out the back, and I heard two whirs of an electric drill. There is so much renovation work going on around us, it is hard to tell from what direction the sound of building work is coming. When I went back into the bedroom, it was done.
"It’ll take 20 minutes to warm up." And he was gone. Just now.
Sam wasn't having any of it, you understand. He called Telstra and complained, the good thing about having a case manager. They agreed to move the connection.
Still, the internet is back on, as fast as you want, it would seem. No, it is much faster than it was.
Free instillation, months of free internet, maybe the pain of not having the internet for those 5 days does seem worth it.
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