Gripes go both ways.
A few months ago I and everyone on my block experienced intermittent blackouts from our cable modems. Every four hours or so we'd lose service for about 30-45 minutes. I called in, and they still did the whole Windows diagnostic and had me ping the modem, etc. (They don't listen when I tell them that the problem is not Windows, that my local net, file and print server, etc., is still up and running, and that my modem's diagnostic is showing signal well within tolerance. No, they want to know if my network card's icon has an exclamation point next to it.) They tell me that they'll dispatch a repair tech and make an appointment.
I should have known better. If they were going to fix the switch up on the telephone pole at the end of the block, they wouldn't need an appointment. Sure enough the guy came into my house, tested my modem, crimped the ends of every termination point again, and left.
Second call, and again with the Windows BS. (Let's get it straight, Comcast. My connection to the Internet goes through a Linux machine and thence to a switch. It's not bloody Windows. My LAN is still functioning. It's not my router. I can ping my modem and use diagnostics. It's not my modem. Finally, everyone on the block has the same problem. That makes it Comcast's hardware, not anyone else's, that is to blame.) Again they send out a truck where the guy tests my modem and crimps my wires. (Now fully 3 feet shorter than they were, thank you. Imagine if they did circumcisions this way.)
Third call. I am, in a word, pissed. I cut off any attempts to perform basic diagnostics. It wasn't broken the other two times. It isn't broken now. I explain, bar nothing, that the problem is in the main switch at the end of the block. Home techs can't fix the problem. Please, for the love of God and my WoW guild, can they send out a repair team?
Nope. Neither the support tech or her supervisor can schedule that kind of repair. The only way to get it done is for more than five people to call within a 30 minute window so their system reflects a possible outage. And ain't it queer, only four people on my block have cable modems.
I can't get DSL in my area or Comcast would have been dropped like a double-scoop of horse scat.
The problem was intermittent anyway, so even if there were five people to call they wouldn't likely be online at the same time. I was seriously considering fixing the problem by way of a .223 slug and a 3x9 scope. (Even had a good spot picked out.)
Instead I decided that misery loves company, and that when life gives you lemons you should make lemon juice and apply it liberally to the tattered flesh of your enemies.
Every time I noticed a service outage I called them up. By then the outages averaged about 40% of the time, so about 4 or 5 calls a day. I got the neigbors involved as well, and though they were less diligent I'd guess Comcast was getting about 10 a day. (I have no life and a vindictive streak. Beware freaks with too much free time.) A week later they fixed the problem.
So let this be a lesson. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, and next time the Powers That Be should do what I bloody tell them.
A few months ago I and everyone on my block experienced intermittent blackouts from our cable modems. Every four hours or so we'd lose service for about 30-45 minutes. I called in, and they still did the whole Windows diagnostic and had me ping the modem, etc. (They don't listen when I tell them that the problem is not Windows, that my local net, file and print server, etc., is still up and running, and that my modem's diagnostic is showing signal well within tolerance. No, they want to know if my network card's icon has an exclamation point next to it.) They tell me that they'll dispatch a repair tech and make an appointment.
I should have known better. If they were going to fix the switch up on the telephone pole at the end of the block, they wouldn't need an appointment. Sure enough the guy came into my house, tested my modem, crimped the ends of every termination point again, and left.
Second call, and again with the Windows BS. (Let's get it straight, Comcast. My connection to the Internet goes through a Linux machine and thence to a switch. It's not bloody Windows. My LAN is still functioning. It's not my router. I can ping my modem and use diagnostics. It's not my modem. Finally, everyone on the block has the same problem. That makes it Comcast's hardware, not anyone else's, that is to blame.) Again they send out a truck where the guy tests my modem and crimps my wires. (Now fully 3 feet shorter than they were, thank you. Imagine if they did circumcisions this way.)
Third call. I am, in a word, pissed. I cut off any attempts to perform basic diagnostics. It wasn't broken the other two times. It isn't broken now. I explain, bar nothing, that the problem is in the main switch at the end of the block. Home techs can't fix the problem. Please, for the love of God and my WoW guild, can they send out a repair team?
Nope. Neither the support tech or her supervisor can schedule that kind of repair. The only way to get it done is for more than five people to call within a 30 minute window so their system reflects a possible outage. And ain't it queer, only four people on my block have cable modems.
I can't get DSL in my area or Comcast would have been dropped like a double-scoop of horse scat.
The problem was intermittent anyway, so even if there were five people to call they wouldn't likely be online at the same time. I was seriously considering fixing the problem by way of a .223 slug and a 3x9 scope. (Even had a good spot picked out.)
Instead I decided that misery loves company, and that when life gives you lemons you should make lemon juice and apply it liberally to the tattered flesh of your enemies.
Every time I noticed a service outage I called them up. By then the outages averaged about 40% of the time, so about 4 or 5 calls a day. I got the neigbors involved as well, and though they were less diligent I'd guess Comcast was getting about 10 a day. (I have no life and a vindictive streak. Beware freaks with too much free time.) A week later they fixed the problem.
So let this be a lesson. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, and next time the Powers That Be should do what I bloody tell them.