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.
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!