Back during the first week of April, when all of the Time Warner drama hit, I promptly signed up for Frontier DSL here in Rochester.  I will not have an ISP in this house with usage caps, period.  Not now.  Not ever.  I realized I was hedging my bets, because if we were successful, Time Warner would back down and I’d effectively have two ISPs here (Frontier has term contracts).  Since I work from home, I figured it was a good idea to have a backup provider in case of an Internet outage, and I have always kept my Frontier phone service (I refuse to pay Time Warner for an overpriced VOIP “digital phone” service that is only a little less expensive than what Frontier charges for a real phone line).  Adding DSL onto a Frontier residential line isn’t actually that much more expensive, so it was a good option.

But let me tell you, even when you do Frontier right, they manage to screw it up and do you wrong.  As devoted readers will have noted, I’ve been waiting, and waiting, and waiting for the self-install kit to arrive.  It was supposed to ship days after placing the order.  Earlier this week, I followed up with Frontier again and got two different answers:

• We forgot to ship it.
• It got lost.

The representative promised to overnight a replacement on Tuesday.  Wednesday came and went, and now Thursday came and went.  Apparently the definition of “overnight” with Frontier bears no resemblence to my reality, or the rest of the planet Earth.  Anyway, come to find out, they never shipped the replacement either!

One of our readers recommended using Twitter to contact Frontier.  I’ve been messing with Twitter mostly since I got this site re-fired-up after Time Warner stepped in it, and I honestly have a lukewarm-hate relationship with the thing.  I’m not as bad as Maureen Dowd, NY Times columnist, who wrote she “would rather be tied up to stakes in the Kalahari Desert, have honey poured over me and red ants eat out my eyes than open a Twitter account.”  I opened one and used it a few times.  But I just don’t get it.  Who the hell cares what I am thinking and doing from moment to moment.  I don’t even care that much, and I’m me!  As a group “pager” about new articles here, I suppose it might be useful, but I’ve discovered our Twitter addicts seem to already be doing a lot of that work for me.  I love to delegate.  I should get someone else here to take it over and handle it for me.

Anyway, Twittering Frontier made a friendly contact with an employee, but by this time Frontier was already working my last nerve, because nobody would tell me, “can’t I just drive 10 minutes away and pick up the damn thing at the Frontier store?”  So silly me, I waded around Frontier’s terrible website (Carmen Sandiego would get lost permanently on there) and finally found the Frontier Store number and called them.  How 1980s of me.  “Sure, we have tons of them here, just come on down.”  Twitter, indeed.

Oooooh… it makes me so mad.  I’ve been paying for a service I don’t have for three weeks, while those DSL modem things are just minutes away while I wait for some UPS guy to bring me one.

So they did it to me again.

I just don’t understand how a company gets run this way.  I really don’t.  But I have the gosh darn thing, and later tonight I will begin documenting my experiences with it for our readers who might want Frontier as an alternative.  I’m already unhappy about the glorious waste of time I’ve had thus far, but perhaps I’ll be surprised with what will come next.  We’ll see.