This has been quite the week already – my friend, another friend’s family member, still waiting to be paid for a job I did a month ago…gas is a thousand dollars a gallon…blah blah…
So, what could make it even better? No internet. Yup…good ol’ Verizon went belly up about 2pm today. So, I sat and checked it all day long. Called Roomie at work to see if it was the network thingie he set up. Didn’t seem to be. When he got home, all his super-duper equipment proved that it was the provider.
The bastids – they spend a bagillion dollars to get you wanting this stuff, making it an integral part of every aspect of your life and then they pull the plug, just because of some silly old 60 mile an hour winds. Jeez what a bunch of pansies!
I don’t know about you, but I actually get a twitch when I can’t get internet access. And they say cigarettes are bad. I wonder if they’ve done any studies on second hand web surfing. Or thrice-removed cyber tripping? You’d think they’d find some interesting things. I can’t stand it when I’m cut off, I’m like a drunk jonesing for their next bottle of Muscatel. It’s frightening really. I was so mad I only gave the dog dry dog food tonight, no table scraps or anything. Of course, it wasn’t her fault but I don’t know who to blame and she was convenient. Not to worry, she got her doggie cookies though.
The worst part is that I was waiting for updates on my friend and couldn’t get them until about an hour ago. I guess I should quit griping since it’s back now and the update was good.
Still, I rather enjoy calling the faceless, nameless cyber ghosts who provide my internet connection bastids. It makes me feel better somehow. Bastids, bastids, bastids. Try it, you might like it.
PS: And no, the picture has nothing to do with the post, but it seemed cheery. 😯