Two days ago a lightning strike fried
our internet. Satellite, cable, router – the whole thing is dead.
After an hour on the phone with tech support yesterday (basically 15
rounds of “Did you turn your computer on and off, ma'am? Did you
unplug everything? Let's turn it on and off one more time.”)
and three very dirty children (they dug a hole in the front yard with
spoons Shawshank Redemption-style #perilsofphonecallswhilewatchingsmallchildren), the guy finally started a
service ticket.
For next Monday.
I went through the five stages of grief
in five seconds, then said, “Okay, thanks” and hung up. The big
problem here is not that I'll be cut off from Facebook browsing or
Googling things every five minutes. That's actually a blessing. The
BIG problem is I use the internet for my job and am smack in the
middle of a deadline project. My email and our VoIP phone service
are out of commission for a week. And we're 25 minutes from the
nearest free Wifi. AND I have to figure out how to entertain three
toddlers in a public place while trying to work.
AND … okay, I know.
#firstworldproblems #firstworldproblems #firstworldproblems
It's times like these that I pull
myself up by the bootstraps and go with the flow and win at life.
Because I'm cool like that.
Hahahahahahaha. No. I stay in pajamas,
eat my feelings, and walk around in a fog. I don't even own boots
with straps.
For some reason, things like this
really throw me off my game. Unplanned events can bomb my
whole week and leave me feeling even more overwhelmed than usual.
Since life is FULL of unexpectedness and there's no way to change it, I'm going to have to figure out how to flex. Maybe do some
mental yoga and stop over-scheduling. Take deep breaths and roll with
the punches. All those other euphemisms that sound super-great until
you actually have to apply them.
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