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So. There are these workmen, in the middle of a cow paddock. They have some sort of backhoe diggy machinery thing. They're connecting a new phone line for the neighbours two properties down the road.
They do not use Dial Before You Dig.
Predictably, they cut our phone line, and the internet Goes Away. After a few hours and an annoyed "WTF, mate?", they twist the wires back together and the internet reappears. I am appeased.
They cut it again the next day. Since I can't be arsed trudging down the hill, around a dam, across a paddock and through two barb-wire fences to be sarcastic at them, it is fortunate they twist the wires back together within half an hour.
The day after that, the Telstra man turns up to fix the line properly (not just twist the wires back together), and that's when things go wrong. Phone go bye-bye, internet go bye-bye, and no obvious reason (...to people who don't have cynical, internetless minds).
This happened before Easter, and they've only just reconnected the bleeping line. O Internet, never leave me again. *hugs*
They do not use Dial Before You Dig.
Predictably, they cut our phone line, and the internet Goes Away. After a few hours and an annoyed "WTF, mate?", they twist the wires back together and the internet reappears. I am appeased.
They cut it again the next day. Since I can't be arsed trudging down the hill, around a dam, across a paddock and through two barb-wire fences to be sarcastic at them, it is fortunate they twist the wires back together within half an hour.
The day after that, the Telstra man turns up to fix the line properly (not just twist the wires back together), and that's when things go wrong. Phone go bye-bye, internet go bye-bye, and no obvious reason (...to people who don't have cynical, internetless minds).
This happened before Easter, and they've only just reconnected the bleeping line. O Internet, never leave me again. *hugs*
