This is my angry face
Tuesday afternoon, I called them asking if a Sky engineer could call round on Friday to install a satellite dish. “Not a problem” I was told. When you hear those three words, a rational person would take them to mean “OK” or “We can do that for you”.
Why was it then, that with the Sky engineer minutes from my front door, my letting agency appear to know absolutely fuck all about the arrangement and point blankly refuse to come out. Tossers.
This left me with the embarrassing task of calling Sky, telling them that I have been fucked over by my agents and could they please piss off somewhere else.
Sky have re-booked the installation for Tuesday 13th March. If that doesn’t go through, I think I’ll be committing murder.
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