Maybe If Daddy Donated More, They Could Afford Faster Internet
I worked at the help desk for the IT department at my university. It paid well enough for a student, and I got sharply discounted tuition. Plus, my folks let me just stay with them for a pittance of rent since we lived like five minutes away from campus. I could walk to class. It was the perfect set-up!
One semester, I was on shift one afternoon during the first week of school. Students were still getting their dorm rooms set up and connecting their gaming consoles or streaming devices, etc., so this week was typically busier for us at the help desk. We typically had to do a lot of allowing MAC addresses to bypass our NAT restrictions; students could request this by filling out a web form or by walking into the help desk. So, as you can imagine, we had a TON of traffic that first week.
The phone rang.
Me: “Thanks for calling the help desk at [University]. This is [My Name]; how can I help?”
Student: “I need more bandwidth for my Internet connection in my dorm room. The speeds I’m getting are unacceptable, and I can barely connect to the Playstation Network. Please boost my bandwidth to a minimum of 200 Mb down and 40 Mb up.”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but I do not have control over that. Our network admin and CIO have set and determined the necessary bandwidth allowances for the dormitories along with the other buildings on campus by priority. We don’t have enough bandwidth in our pipeline to accommodate that for you.”
Student: “Well, I understand that, but you see, my father is [Father], the CEO of [Local Company that donates to this university], and I think we can reach an understanding that I rightly deserve an extended bandwidth increase due to my family’s background. Please stop making excuses and get it done.”
Me: “Once again, I’m sorry, sir. I cannot accommodate that, nor do I control it.”
Student: *In a snooty rich boy tone* “That’s okay. I’ll just go around you and keep escalating until I get what I want. Thanks.” *Click*
The way we were set up was we had a single bandwidth pipeline for the whole school, and it was split two ways: the main campus buildings and the dorms. The former were “priority” for the bandwidth needs, and the dorms came second. So, unfortunately, the dorms got less bandwidth and thus less speed. You just had to learn to time out when the best time to connect online for gaming and streaming was, and that was NOT in the evenings when everyone was back from class. For surfing the web or checking email? It was fine. For gaming and streaming video? Not great. But it was what it was. Instead of streaming, you were better off collecting DVDs or renting them from the (then still open) video store in the area and connecting in a LAN with other dorm-mates if you wanted to game multiplayer (or play solo on local campaign mode).
The CIO, the network admin, and I were on casual terms — the IT department at the school was a tight-knit group — so I later asked them both how that all went down. [Student] escalated all the way up to the CIO, who promptly told him to go pound sand and that he would not be receiving more bandwidth just because he was [Local Company]’s CEO’s son. If he wanted more bandwidth, he’d have to go get his own personal data plan and hotspot to do that. [Student] lost his mind and threatened to get his dad involved. CIO said go ahead and called his bluff.
Nothing ever happened, and as far as I know, [Student] made do or went and got his daddy to buy him a fancy cellular hotspot for his special Internet needs — AFTER his daddy talked to our CIO and got cleared to do so. (Our CIO was a firebrand guy who knew how to handle himself in any situation and knew how to stand up to bullies and read political situations easily.)
Unfortunately for us, [Student] stuck around for a full-ride four years in the dorms, and so, like clockwork at the beginning of each semester (we reset the NAT restriction filters between semester breaks for security reasons, so you had to get your MAC addresses re-submitted every semester as a result), he would call in with the same snooty attitude about other random junk, like, “Please reconnect the cable jack in my room. The Wi-Fi here is crap.” We always drew straws to see who got to deal with him.