December 20, 2010, started out as any other December day. It was chilly outside, and I decided to browse the internet during some of my morning's spare time. I logged on the computer. I opened Safari. I typed my desired address. Nothing. I sighed. I tried again. Nothing. I sighed. I unplugged the router. I counted a s l o w thirty seconds just to make sure enough time had passed before I plugged it back in. I closed Safari. I reopened Safari. I typed in my desired address. Nothing. Again. I unplugged the router and began again with my s l o w counting. This time to sixty. I plugged the router back in. I closed and reopened Safari. I typed in my desired address. Nothing. My eyes widened. My hands began to shake. A cold sweat appeared on my brow. I felt disoriented. Where is my internet? The beloved stealer of my time. The one who helps me connect with friends and read the news. Where has she gone? I got creative and unplugged the modem. I waited. I plugged it back in. I went through the usual routine. I think you get it by now, right? Nothing happened. It was terrible.
It's been a long 19 days.
Last night, two men dressed in blue uniforms came to fix the problem. Guess what? They didn't. They provided a temporary fix; the real fix is coming soon, but they'll need to start in the morning because there is going to be "pretty significant drywall damage." Drywall damage? Doesn't bother me. I just want the internet to work. Need to take my pinky toe, my right ear lobe, my left knee?* Doesn't bother me. I just want the internet. *That was a joke. So was that stuff earlier about the shaky hands.*
Hopefully, the little fellows in their blue uniforms will come back soon because school is close to starting, and internet access is required for my classes. I mean, how can I take an online class offline? I hope you're seeing the issue here. It's starting to get stressful. It was okay to be internet-less over break, even though I was itching to blog and browse and whatnot, but I survived. In just a few days, internet access will transform from a simple luxury to a necessity. My education depends on it! (How's that for dramatic?)
Well, now you know where I've been and why I never wished you a happy anything this holiday season. I hope your holidays were filled with joy, love, and entertainment. Mine certainly were. I am looking forward to a 2011 filled with worry-free access to the internet. After all, I have lots of things to talk about. For example, it's a new year (didn't you hear?), resolutions, Christmas, driving adventures, opportunities, hopes, etc, etc, etc.
P.S. I typed this yesterday, and just as I was ready to hit "PUBLISH POST," the internet went down. I'm living a vicious cycle here.
you read Lewis Grizzard?
ReplyDeleteNo. I listen to you talk. :)
ReplyDeleteAt least some woman listens to me, Mrs. Hubbard. The ones at 1900 Malcolm are rather remiss.
ReplyDeleteCan you blame them? haha. Just joking :D
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