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was now tugging on his belt and I couldn’t tell if he was a Neo-Nazi or just an
idiot who’d watched too many bad movies.
“Enough. Talk in a formal business manner while at work Piot.” That was the
end of that. “I need your help with the router.”
“It’s not working.”
“I know that’s why I need your help.”
“We called Net-A. They said it’s going to be fixed today.” He answered. The
first intelligent thing to come out of his mouth all morning.
“When today?” Maybe I could take the group through some training exercises
and then treat them to an early lunch then crack at it when we got back.
“Today. They didn’t say.” He assumed we were done and went back to his
tablet or big phone or something that wasn’t made by Apple so I didn’t care.
There had been a strong wind the night before but I couldn’t accept that we
would be without an internet connection. I used the landline to call the UK HQ
to ask about getting a second connection from a separate provider. They agreed
that it was a sensible idea for out here so I asked Paweł to set it up. This Net-A
might fuck us over again and there was no guarantee their rivals would be any
more reliable.