Have you ever had one of those moments where you think you might just burst into tears, in the middle of the office (or anywhere for that matter)? When you try to think positively, thinking, things cannot possibly get worse than this…and then they do?! Yesterday and this morning has been a huge collection of those moments!
I have gotten a lot better over the last few months in fixing technical computer mishaps, I have begun to understand a lot more about the processes involved, particularly when it comes to the setting up of airport networks, email accounts etc. (I know you are thinking “So what! I can build an f-ing computer”, but for me this new found knowledge has been a huge achievement). So on Tuesday the airport in my office chucked a sad, meaning that I could not access the Internet (something which I am addicted too, for both personal and professional reasons). I was too confused and tired on Tuesday to fix it, so yesterday I began the (so-called) easy task of following instructions and fixing the airport network. After trying every possible rule and solution to fix it I thought, “It’s ok, I’ll just wait till the owner of the airport comes in, she set it up, and her computer may be the one that needs to be used in order to fix these issues” (I sound calm enough here, but my eye had begun to twitch).
So the owner and I spent the next four hours or so going through the motions and trying to work out what the f**k was wrong with the d*mn airport. After this amount of time both of us had incessantly twitching eyes, and we looked at each other in bewilderment…and gave up. I went home and continued working from there, and when that Internet connected first time, by golly I felt like an addict after not being able to shoot up for several days (not that I know what that feels like, I am a good girl remember)
This morning I came into the office dismissing the fact that the airport even existed and plugged myself via Ethernet into a colleagues’ blessed router! Aaahh, that rush again, as the Internet started up and I got my daily fix of Dooce goodness. I am so excited about this automatic win with the Internet connection that I madly begin catching up on some emails, but they won’t send! I can receive, but I CAN’T SEND! (i.e. Sex and the City “She can reach me! But I can never reach her!) Then I realise, you silly girl, you have to enter all of the account details in the email in order to access it. So we did that and it didn’t work, we did all the right things and it didn’t work, we did EVERYTHING and it didn’t work. So I consulted my regular Nerdy types and they assisted me in a very efficient and helpful manner, and it STILL DIDN’T WORK!
By this time my eye is twitching so much that it may have fallen out, my eyes were welling up and I thought that I might never be able to send an email from my office again!
Then my colleague (a.k.a. genius of the email software) returned from his meeting and said, “Just delete that new email account you created and make a new one, that one has probably corrupted”…and…IT WORKED! Another Internet (not drug) induced rush!
I AM BACK! EMIAL AND INTERNET RETURNED! EYE TWITCHING, NO MORE!