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December 4th 2007 11:00
Perhaps not first against the wall when the revolution comes, but right up there in the line will be the Telco's - those belligerant non providers of service to the community who hide in offices with no addresses and who have telephone answering systems specifically designed to make certain you cannot contact anyone about anythng to do with their business.
I got a letter today from one of these corporate debt resellers (that is, after all, all they are) advising me that I owed them seven dollars for my previous month's internet debt and fifty five dollars to have my mobile service re-connected. Fairly innoccuous you might say, two packets of fags and a few beers. Small change.
A problem arises however, when you remember you had their lousy dial up internet service disconnected because it didn't work and cost you more than their monthly bill in phone calls, and you don't own a mobile phone.
Ok, so what if I did tell them exactly what I thought of their internet service when I had it disconnected. They deserved it.
It could be possible that this is all just a mistake - but I doubt it..
And the best bit, also on the bill was an amount of two dollars to "keep your account" and another dollar fifty to "print this bill".
I don't have a problem with being charged for something you get - you know, go to the Milk Bar (Deli if you live in Perth - bunch of wankers over there) get a bottle of milk and pay for it. You come home with something you know you can use. But this mob not only sold me stale milk which I told them to jam up their collective assholes, now they're charging me for a mythical mobile phone I have never owned.
Now, I have no intention of entering into a debate about this missive with the said non service provider, but it does interest me all the same. I can't help wondering what my phone number was, and what I did to cause it to be disconnected. Did all this happen in an alternate universe?
Well, that's the answer, of course. It happened behind the bunkered walls of a so called communications provider dedicated to non communication except on their terms.
A dollar fifty to print a bill - indeed my friends, indeed.
Apart from writing, I keep horses. I breed horses. I spend hours a day forking up horse shit. So I think I know a horse's ass when I see one....
I got a letter today from one of these corporate debt resellers (that is, after all, all they are) advising me that I owed them seven dollars for my previous month's internet debt and fifty five dollars to have my mobile service re-connected. Fairly innoccuous you might say, two packets of fags and a few beers. Small change.
Ok, so what if I did tell them exactly what I thought of their internet service when I had it disconnected. They deserved it.
It could be possible that this is all just a mistake - but I doubt it..
And the best bit, also on the bill was an amount of two dollars to "keep your account" and another dollar fifty to "print this bill".
I don't have a problem with being charged for something you get - you know, go to the Milk Bar (Deli if you live in Perth - bunch of wankers over there) get a bottle of milk and pay for it. You come home with something you know you can use. But this mob not only sold me stale milk which I told them to jam up their collective assholes, now they're charging me for a mythical mobile phone I have never owned.
Now, I have no intention of entering into a debate about this missive with the said non service provider, but it does interest me all the same. I can't help wondering what my phone number was, and what I did to cause it to be disconnected. Did all this happen in an alternate universe?
A dollar fifty to print a bill - indeed my friends, indeed.
Apart from writing, I keep horses. I breed horses. I spend hours a day forking up horse shit. So I think I know a horse's ass when I see one....
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