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They Lie! They Lie!


I’m trying to go wireless. Bought a router. Bought a USB wireless adapter. Loaded the software.

The router works. Yay!

The laptop is not stepping up to the plate. I work on it for nearly two hours before calling the 24 hour tech number. I know better but it’s been a really, really bad day and I cave to an old idea of just maybe… the phone guy can help.

I stay on hold and when I finally get someone on, I can’t understand him.

This makes me feel so rude because I’m listening as closely as I can but I still have to ask him to repeat everything. I say I’m sorry, that I’m on a cell and the connection isn’t good. So he shoves his mouth into his phone.

Now I’m getting loud, muffled, unrecognizable words.

At this point, I’m three hours into this. I’m getting too upset with the constant repeats and the derision I can now hear in his tone. That comes through clear. So, I say nevermind and he promises to email the directions. Right. He didn’t.

Now, I’ve had a rotten day. The spillover from the unbelievable drama on Father’s Day is still simmering. People are still mad at me and I’m at a loss as to why. I accommodated people, tried to make everything easy. But this day, all of it got to the hubby, too. We had an argument. An icky one.

So, I go to find comfort in taking care of tech issues I’ve let slide. This used to be my thing afterall. My inner geek is soothed by cleaning hard drives and shifting software…

But it isn’t working.

When I hang up with the tech, I burst into tears. I’m crying and like an idiot, decide that maybe upgrading the AOL (I know! What real geek still uses it? It comes with virus protection and kiddie controls!) and getting the security that comes with it will help. I finally get the wireless adapter to work. It says I’m on, but now AOL has put up all these blocks and says I have conflicting firewalls.

What?

So, I go to try and print the firewall removal instructions…

And the freaking printer jams!!!

Husband comes in. He’s feeling bad about the argument, finds me in tears and shredding poor, innocent paper with my bare hands. He gives me that goofy “You are too cute” smile that pretty much makes me agree to anything. It isn’t going to work this time. I’m mad and I’m staying that way.

He tries again.

Damn it. He knows me. We make up.

At least something went right.

“Easy” installation is a lie. It’s a lie!

16 Comments

  1. June 22, 2006    

    (((Rinda))) on the computer woes.

  2. June 22, 2006    

    Oh, I hope your day gets better!

  3. June 22, 2006    

    I am so sorry. I too hope your day improves.

    I’m ready to throw my keyboard across the room. Not a tech issue. More like an anger management one. 😉

  4. June 22, 2006    

    This was actually written night before last. Yesterday, I ignored it and spent the day with a friend plotting books.

    Today was supposed to be for writing, but now we’re back to networking. My husband’s computer is taking most of the day. He has this think called spyfalcon on it and we can’t get it to go away. It’s a terribly trojan.

    Again, I don’t get people. Why make malicious crap like this.

    I know, Doc. (g)

    Thanks for the hugs everybody. I really wanted to write all day.

  5. June 22, 2006    

    My guy and I seldom argue, but I feel ill when we do. Funny thing, the root of the argument is usually something to do with my family. NEVER his. His family is … the word nice comes to mind, but that doesn’t begin to cover it. Normal. Generous. Non-grudge holding. (See my comment on your “Biblioscopes, Small Rant, Great Authors and Father’s Day” post … I missed your blog for a couple of days, so I was late getting my comment in.)

    Hope you figure out the computer stuff. For seventeen years I had a job where I was in charge of the computers. Repairs, upgrades, installations, training, etc. I found it very stressful, but I managed. The day I quit that part of my brain atrophied. Is that the right use of that word? Now I attempt the basics and leave the rest to my guy. It’s better that way.

  6. June 22, 2006    

    word verification: drksexx

  7. June 22, 2006    

    You quit doing this stuff for awhile and it isn’t easy to slip back. Technology changes so fast.

    I finally figured out that the two times I’d jumped on the net with my laptop unprotected had it crashing with crap. You wouldn’t believe the stuff lurking on that poor baby.

    I’m going to love on it tonight and we’ll create beautiful scenes together.

    My family is the source of 98% of our arguments, too.

    dark sex… oh, that’s a good one. (g)

  8. June 22, 2006    

    I love the picture! How did you take it?

  9. June 22, 2006    

    It’s not me. It does kind of look like me when I straighten my hair. My daughter is going to take some mood pics of me for the blog.

    My son took one I’m not sharing.

  10. Anonymous Anonymous
    June 22, 2006    

    Hmmm. If you’re not sharing it, then obviously it would make a fantastic writing prompt.

  11. June 23, 2006    

    PC stuff confounds me so I leave it to my techie hubby. Gotta love a man who can make my machine hum. ;o)

  12. June 23, 2006    

    LOL, Kristen. Narrow that down and it would be a cool title.

    I don’t know about writing prompt–we were at the longest 8th grade graduation ceremony in history. It’s the 8th freaking grade! He was bored and up really, really close.

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  14. June 23, 2006    

    I had issues with wireless. Sometimes it’s the stupidest thing ever that makes things click. (at least for me hehe)

    I’ve had a hell of a week. This is just what’s happened today. It’s not even 10am.

    My plug in my laptop doesn’t stay connected. It’s in there, but it tells me I’ve lost connection. Now I’m sending it away for 10 days to get it fixed. Why can’t you use a local place when you have to resort to your extended warranty? ugh.

    My printer jammed this morning as I tried to hold the plug in my laptop. Then it kept jamming. I tossed a stack of paper into the air. Then the little 8 year old I watch during the week asks me, “Ms. Dana, can I have my breakfast now?” INSIDE I’m THINKING, “WTF are you thinking you little shit? Can’t you see I’m busy? Is food all you think about?” This is where my mind gets ugly because things aren’t going well and I accuse everyone of my own faults. (I need therapy.) I look at her (she really is a sweet kid), and say, “I’m really into something right now. (then turn to my daughter) A, will you go make some cereal?”

    Printer is still jamming while all this went on. I finally get the printer to not jam, then it prints crooked! Do I scream? Yes. 🙂

    My email to EC bounces back to me and says it was tagged as spam. I try again. Same response. WHY GOD WHY!!!???

    I print out the submission for Dorchester, two pages left I realize I didn’t double space it. UGH! Had to reprint.

    Still no luck with EC submission going through.

    And all this happened while I held the cord in my laptop so it wouldn’t shut off on me.

    Yay me.

  15. June 23, 2006    

    Oh, big hugs, Dana. That sounds exactly like what was happening with me. I had kids coming in asking for stuff, too.

    I feel so guilty if I snap at them. And sometimes, I’m so caught up in something, I don’t realize the tone of my voice is a bit too harsh. I usually end up stopping to go hug them and give them ice cream. 🙂

  16. June 25, 2006    

    Even techno son had trouble with his Belk router – cursed, swore he should have gone with our provider’s model – lol. Bless your heart…

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