So i guess you're wondering about the title ey? Pretty self explanitory, but hey gotta spell things out for people these days.
Yesterday I was sitting in my room getting ready for uni checking my train time table and as per usual on wednesday mornings the
recycling truck comes past. Nothing out of the ordinary. That was until i heard a loud straining noise coming from out front of the house
followed by a thwack and the front of the house shaking, just the wind i thoght, as the windows often shake at the slightest breeze. So i disregarded it
until i heard the truck stop, that was, that and well my timetable stopped loading, which seemed a strange coincidence. Anywho suspicions aside i went out to investigate,
turns out the truck had driven off with its arm up, thus severing the internet cable from the telegraph pole. Awsome!. So i spent the next few hours
on the phone to telstra - and if anyone has had the privelage to have a chatette with anyone at telstra, you'll know that the word transfer comes up more
than ANY other word. So after being transfered about 10 or 11 times, i was finally told i couldnt get someone to get over here cause the account isnt in my name
peachy =D -- Anywho that night we finally sorted it took another epic phone call, but hey, the repair guy was here on time so i guess thats good - props
to him =D.