…and I thought I was going to lose it. Yep - I paced, I yelled, I grumbled, I cussed, I even considered throwing the computer out the window. Why was the internet out? Good question — I have NO idea. Apparently it was a server issue *sigh* and only affected a few people *I’m so lucky* and it wasn’t considered a priority. Hmm.
Perhaps I’m the only one in this neighborhood who works from home. Maybe the server people were having a pizza party and didn’t want to be bothered. Don’t think I didn’t give them what-for and other such forceful words, because I sure did. But I have a feeling they really didn’t care. I pictured the one guy with his hand out portraying my mouthiness to all his fellow workers sitting in their cubicles. I did start out nice.
Now, it’s not like I haven’t been without the Internet. If it storms and we lose power, I grab a book and impatiently wait to get back to writing. If I’m moving, on vacation, or simply taking the day off I can totally go about my life and not freak out. The difference there is - I plan it. I make sure I have what I need done (with the power surge protector I get 10 minutes if power goes out before the computer shuts down), do a final email check, and well - basically prepare myself.
Unlike yesterday when I sat down to my computer to find my internet light was off. I rebooted, unplugged, and rechecked everything. Nothing. I waited. I did some laundry. I took a walk. Nothing. I forced myself to not grab something surgary or fattening *read emotionally eat* and had a banana. After a few hours I called tech support and they said “we’re sorry, servers are down in your area. please give 8 hours” blah blah blah.
I didn’t sleep well.
Woke up early. Tried computer. Nothing. Called again - server still down. No explanation. Whatever. Did my morning stuff, finished editing a story that I needed to submit before deadline, and started to work on another story. That’s when I needed the online thesaurus. Couldn’t connect. Then I needed to look up something. Couldn’t connect. I wondered what new movie releases were out. Couldn’t connect. Then I needed to check word count requirements, formatting, and due dates - COULDN’T CONNECT!
By now I’m livid. I have no outside contact with anyone because everyone is online. I called again and got someone who I’m sure noticed I’d called many times previous and he calmly walked me through a bunch of nonsense to get my mind off things. Didn’t work. Not knowing how long I’d be without the Internet was stressing me out.
What if an editor sent edits? What if someone asked me a question? What if I was scheduled for a chat? What if a publisher needed an answer right then and there? I knew my inbox would be full and it would take hours to go through.
My son came home and I told him to not even bother trying his computer. Hubby came home and knew better than to ask how my day was — I’ve trained him well *BG* Dinner was lackluster because I picked at it and my stomach was in knots. I wanted to run outside and scream HOW LONG MUST I SUFFER THIS WAY?! But it was raining and I don’t want to scare the neighbors anymore than I already do.
Then finally - a miracle happened - we got a call that the server was back up. Hobey ho!
Okay, so the world didn’t end, it only took 2 hours to go through my inbox, no one asked anything that would be considered life-threatening if I didn’t answer, all communications could resume, I had a connection again, and I’d make the deadline to turn in my story. *fingers crossed for me please*
I’d like to think I could live without the internet for a day, and actually I can. When I DECIDE to. Not when someone else decides for me, lol. As of right now, I like the server people. The other day — not so much.