Word from T-Mobile: Hey, Eff You
My home internet speed went to shit this morning. Again.
Called T-Mobile for the second time in two months. Gave the respondent a wet noodle lashing (expressed my frustrations, while acknowledging he isn't doing this to me personally). Asked for one of the new routers with connectors for external antennae. Reminded him they'd failed me already, and my WFH data is critical.
He dug thru my history and their network and told me, essentially, T-Mobile's told me to Eff Myself. The network in my area is congested, there's no scheduled date to improve bandwidth AND they've told guys on his level to stop escalating complaint calls.
The Ever-Loving FUCK.
Meanwhile, in my thriving and exploding community, Meta's building a server farm two or three miles away. You know, a mile past the highest-level Rich White People Gym opening early next year, surrounded by a literal thousand homes (between two apartment complexes, single family homes and wall-sharing units) all being built damned near simultaneously. A few miles away from the adjacent 'burb where more people moved last year than Minneapolis. The central cities are dead, folks--it's all about us. Sez Math. Wait, where was I...? Oh. Right.
So why didn't our bonehead City Council negotiate city-wide FIBER for the local yokels from the Online Soul-Stealers? Swear to Buddha. We need options!