Sometimes I want to go back to the days when a phone was just a phone and the word Comcast was not even a gleam in someone’s eye.
Our internet service was very slooooow last week, until it quit completely on Saturday morning. Because we were busy with life and the connection had worked sporadically in the previous days, we didn’t get concerned about its extended absence until Sunday. I called Comcast and, with the very friendly rep Yvonne walked through all of the steps TJ had taken earlier (unplugging cords, restarting computer, etc.).
Alas, the problem required a technician’s housecall and the earliest slot would be Thursday afternoon. Six days without the internet!
I explained to Yvonne that two adults and two students work from home and we really needed the connection. Yvonne sounded sincere when she said she’d ask her supervisor to consider this an emergency and bump us up on the service list.
Never heard from the Super so I phoned again and we now expect a service call tomorrow, Wednesday. In the meantime I’m at the local public library trying to play catch up on email, the blog, sending invoices and an assignment off to an editor, and doing research for another story.
None of this is of help to Paige, however, who despite feeling the effects of having three wisdom teeth yanked on Friday lugged her laptop to the local coffee shop to do homework—a project that demands the internet and a variety of technical tools—only to have her computer konk out on her. Nothing but blue screen.
Made me yearn for my school days, when I could turn to my stack of library books, Encyclopaedia Brittanica, colored pencils and crisp paper to turn out my reports.
Yes, I held out for the longest time shooting film and slides before finally buying a digital camera.
And no, I do not use a microwave oven.