Finally have my internet connection up. Had to pick up my modem from royal mail. Mistakenly thought I needed to pick it up at the local post office. When I asked the guy behind the bullet proof window where the royal mail delivery was...he promptly replied with gibberish that was definitely not english. He started waving his arms around wildly (which suited his look entirely I might add), and proceeded to shoo me away. "kent yuu zee ahm beezee?!?!?" while he was shaking his head from side to side. Dang! I was just asking for directions. Admittedly, it wasn't the right place to ask for directions to royal mail, and I should have checked online for the directions. So that's why they have those bullet proof windows...they definitely need it. What normal person accepts the job title of customer service personnel if they don't want to help at all? Besides, if you're working in the UK, in the post office, which is a service for clients who mainly have ENGLISH as their first language, you'd think you'd want to learn how to speak english to converse. Impossible. Finally got directions from the guy selling bananas across the street from the post office. Well how about that eh? They should just switch places, better than having that monkey behind the window.

So after all that...got my modem. Got connected. Here we go.