You don't ring nbn first, you ring your provider and if you are lucky she speaks Australian.
Unluckily for her, she had to deal with me. I have this strange feeling that I've just done a deal with the crossroads demon and in ten years the Hell Hounds will be after me.
Didn't understand a word, can't work out if I'm richer or poorer, forgot to ask what speed but everything must be done before the nbn comes to the house. She did transfer my phone to optus from Telstra so I didn't lose the number and I will get a bill from them for the balance owing. I hope it's for the $85 a month balance which is the plan I'm on not the 50 or so mobile calls for mother, each one near enough to an hour.
I'll have internet and landline for $110 a month, if I'd brought the mobile phone across it would have been $20 less but I have two mobile phones in my name, pre-paid and one won't be needed at some stage so I went along with leaving things at they were until later when they bring out a better plan. She assures me they will be doing that. Now before Andrew clutches his pearls and faints on the carpet, I know I could have probably done better elsewhere if I knew what I was doing but it was bad enough trying to work with two companies let alone look at 3 or 4 others.
I was paying Telstra $85 a month for ordinary call and all other mobiles not just theirs which was a lot better than what I was paying before they offered me the plan. Mother managed to get up to $330 one month when she was sick and I couldn't get down there every day. Optusnet has been very good with fixing up the computer when it fritzed and good with the pre-paid which is why I went with them because Telstra didn't have pre-paid when I bought the first phone. Expensive back then but they had a special two for one deal and we took it. I was putting $50 on the mobile untill it ran out and $130 on the Internet until it ran out and in the last six months it seemed to be running out very fast. If you can't understand that what do you think it's like inside my brain.
I'm still paying off the tree lopper's visa loan, putting $50 away each fortnight for the house insurance, $50 in the teapot for Mick the mower, hair cut next week, $35 and the bloody cat this week, $17.50 council registration and I might have to go grey, the price of hair dye is discriminating against poor people. I'll give up ice-cream rather than buy cheap rubbish. Let's not forget the two grand a year I spend on taxis getting to mother. The cat won't eat cheap rubbish, $40 a bag for special teeth kibble and it's "Madam, my preferred kitty litter is white crystals with lavender balls, I have a sensitive nose". It would be nice if the nose chipped in for the litter. And the freeloading birds are getting cut down on their grub. Direct Debits for AGL, water and Medibank extras, Rates, which I suppose will go through the roof if one more house gets sold for a million anywhere near me.
I can manage all that except for one vital thing.....knickers. I will have to bite the bullet and make my own, I have the machine, I have the soft fabric, I have the elastic and just thinking about it makes me lose the will to live. I will be tortured before I reveal what the measuring tape said about the size of my nether regions but I can't go out of the house without wearing knickers in case I fall down.
At least perving on good looking blokes is still free and half of them don't wear knickers.
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