My Life = Technological Prison
As of yesterday afternoon, Macky cannot connect to the internet.
Life is pain.
I ignored the problem until this morning. I called Verizon, my DSL provider (second time in less than a week). Bah humbug.
After a long conversation, I'm being sent a new DSL modem. It will arrive Tuesday. The day a huge assignment is due in which I need to get online to be able to send the document to a printer.
Called parents to inform them of their daughter's suffering. They were surprisingly unsympathetic.
Father: I don't know anything about your problems. I use windows.
Me: It's not Macky's fault! It's the DSL.
Father: I don't know what DSL is. We have dial up.
Me: Mumble incoherently.
Parents don't approve of my marriage to Macky. Why oh why must we live in a world of discrimination and hatred?!
On the plus side, I'm now at the Chatham library...using Macky to write this post. Husband works perfectly. It's the rest of the world that is at fault.
This also means, I'll be able to print my assignment for Tuesday. It'll just be a very complicated long process.
Work was alright last night. I had thought it would be busier and therefore dreaded going in. Had good conversations with manager (discussed movies, fathers who used to be marines and Christian writers). Then dropped half a pile of plastic turtle shell containers on my own head and screamed. Was uninjured and able to laugh at self.
Also, special-extra-good employee discount went into effect. (For the next week I get 50% off!!!!!) Applying the discount, I bought $118 dollars worth of adolescent novels. Now I know what I'll be doing with my Christmas break.
Hungry. Have only had chai tea so far today. Off to eat.
Life is pain.
I ignored the problem until this morning. I called Verizon, my DSL provider (second time in less than a week). Bah humbug.
After a long conversation, I'm being sent a new DSL modem. It will arrive Tuesday. The day a huge assignment is due in which I need to get online to be able to send the document to a printer.
Called parents to inform them of their daughter's suffering. They were surprisingly unsympathetic.
Father: I don't know anything about your problems. I use windows.
Me: It's not Macky's fault! It's the DSL.
Father: I don't know what DSL is. We have dial up.
Me: Mumble incoherently.
Parents don't approve of my marriage to Macky. Why oh why must we live in a world of discrimination and hatred?!
On the plus side, I'm now at the Chatham library...using Macky to write this post. Husband works perfectly. It's the rest of the world that is at fault.
This also means, I'll be able to print my assignment for Tuesday. It'll just be a very complicated long process.
Work was alright last night. I had thought it would be busier and therefore dreaded going in. Had good conversations with manager (discussed movies, fathers who used to be marines and Christian writers). Then dropped half a pile of plastic turtle shell containers on my own head and screamed. Was uninjured and able to laugh at self.
Also, special-extra-good employee discount went into effect. (For the next week I get 50% off!!!!!) Applying the discount, I bought $118 dollars worth of adolescent novels. Now I know what I'll be doing with my Christmas break.
Hungry. Have only had chai tea so far today. Off to eat.
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