Suzanne from Comcast replied to my earlier post about how bad their service is. It was all some crap that she pasted in from a list of stock responses, I have no doubt, but i read it nevertheless. Here’s a snippet:
The Comcast High-Speed Internet service was created and intended for non-commercial use. Comcast does not give refunds for any damages incurred due to improper or High Risk Activities through the cable modem service such as using the service for a business solution. As a result, some find the Comcast Business service better tailored to their needs as it has some options that the Comcast High-Speed Internet service is unable to offer.
So I decided to take her advice and check it out. The only problem was that I was unable to contact the fucking web server where they host their business solution sales pages. I REST MY FUCKING CASE, SUZANNE.
Here’s what I sent back:
Dear Susanne,
I appreciate your suggestion of Comcast’s business service as a better solution for someone who depends on their connection, but I offer to you the fact that I am currently unable to contact work.comcast.net (the site linked from your page which explains the comcast teleworker and small business products) as evidence that it’s not likely to be much better. Here’s a ping:
PING work.comcast.net (66.45.79.133) 56(84) bytes of data.
— work.comcast.net ping statistics —
6 packets transmitted, 0 received, 100% packet loss, time 4999msThat’s a ping from inside your own network, Suzanne.
I have one more complaint regarding your company’s utter disregard for the value of my time. Whenever I am forced to call you, the automated system demands the phone number from my account, and yet the first thing I have to do when a real person picks up is give them the number again.
Having to call you and wait on hold is irritating and demeaning enough without being forced to repeat myself.
At least I am entertaining myself, I guess. I know very well that I’m just making work for some poor schlub who has to read my tirades. It’s probably a brokenhearted guy in his 50′s who has to work to pay for his medicine. THey make him say his name is Suzanne because some market research shows that customers are nicer to women.
TUNE UP THAT PACEMAKER, SUZIE. DADDY’S PISSED.










