Really Awful Boxes From Boxes

Younger Daughter buys on internet
With never-failing zeal,
And the fact the boxes that we get
I then have to unseal,
And more box construction then commence,
From what is found inside,
She does not expect will give offence,
Though Manglish is the guide.

Here we have a pictorial record of the results of much gore, perspiration and sobbing I have gone through from recent examples of these little deliveries.  As related on 1st, I had to assemble those two large bookcases TV Cabinet and Bookshelveswhich turned out far more of a mission than the quaintly-worded instructions would indicate.

Then came another box containing a TV suitable for doubling as the screen in a movie house.  Extracting that and putting on the stand was easy enough.  After that came the little matter of transferring decoder from cottage (where we will have an extension in due course) to the main house, and getting it to talk to the new TV.  It refused, after all wires were wired and checked and rechecked.

No problem. Phone Service Provider and get talked through.

Well, after the usual ‘Your call is important to us; please be patient’ routine for what seemed an hour or so, I was led through all sorts of activities with zero result.  TV insisted that it be connected to a network and claimed vehemently nothing suitable was in range.  Finally, as I seemed to be getting somewhere, my new phone dropped the call …

Another call revealed that the getting somewhere was an illusion.  The decoder service provider gave up and referred me to the TV manufacturer’s Service Centre.

More merry waiting – and eventually I got instructed to do everything except stand on my head and recite ‘You Are Old Father William’ to no avail, while I got pushed further and further up the hierarchy of experts.  Ultimately I got onto an IT genius who made Younger Daughter construct a hotspot on her own smartphone from instructions relayed on mine, and then get the TV to pick that up and sign into it.  After that, the TV meekly took instructions, and we had PIKTSHAH AT LARST!

Even if said picture is balanced on the now hopelessly inadequate TV cabinet, which will be sold as soon as the wall-mounting exercise is completed.

My need for the stiff sundowner then consumed can only be imagined …

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13 Responses to Really Awful Boxes From Boxes

  1. Pingback: A Really Awful Complete Cabinet Reshuffle | Colonialist's Blog

  2. Andrew says:

    After monitoring your blog, then beholding this recently-assembled piece of tech, I’m just screen with envy.


  3. Im glad we no longer have tvs and will fight to the death, or at least divorce, to avoid them.


  4. To quote that horrible 118 118 ad, “You are not alone”. Anyone reading this post will have fellow feeling for you. Why are TVs getting so big? If I want to look at a huge screen, I’ll go to the cinema. I hate that monster dominating the room, yet waste hours watching the darned thing.

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  5. de Wets Wild says:

    You are to be upheld as the epitome of patience, Colonialist!


  6. equinoxio21 says:

    (A) Somerset Maugham piece…
    (Please check our terms of privacy, while we download our your personal info to the NSA…)
    (tut, tut, tut…)

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  7. equinoxio21 says:

    Quite an ordeal. No worry. I’m very “technified” yet this seems to happen all the time.
    You are not alone.
    And, given the time difference in the last outpost of the Empire, that well-deserved “sundowner” must have been downed already. Or two?
    (Sundowner? Last time I read that word must have been in Somerset Maugham piece…) 🙂


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