Technology: Master/Mistress of My Moods

So this week technology decided to pull my pud. On Sunday my wireless connection went poof but it was Sunday so I didn't worry too much about it as the husband was home and he didn't seem to be too perturbed by it. Then Monday came and the husband went to work where there is blink of an eye fast accesses that I've only heard about, mostly from him when he's bitching about how slow things are here at home. Me, I thought I had it pretty good until I realized the only way I was going to get my Internet if was if I plugged my laptop directly into the dsl wire thingie while sitting on the floor of the husband's cave because, as it turned out, the wireless doohicky had expired.

The husband came home with Pollo Loco and a new wireless doohicky and all was well until 11 am on Tuesday when AT&T decided to show me who really is the boss around here. I posted my thrilling account of my LeSportsac adventure and then nothing. Not only no internet but no phone. I was, as my dear friend John likes to say, incommunicada. Emails that needed to be replied to and written, shopping that needed to get done, gossip that had to be read--denied! After I figured out that the telephone gods were not going to smile down on me just because I'm cute, I got on my cell phone pressed all sorts of buttons and was told by a computer that someone would come to my rescue the next day, Wednesday, between the hours of 8 am and 8 pm. He came and went and left me as dial toneless as I was the day before.

But today Eldon showed up, just as I was leaving the house for one of my very rare sojourns to the outside world, and said he would not leave until I had a working phone again. The whole repair man/frustrated housewife porn plot line is so overdone I don't think they're doing it anymore, but, man, was I happy to see him. When I left he was strapping on his impressive tool belt and I only had ten minutes to get from home to my appointment location. The whole way there I prayed that Eldon would deliver. And he did! But we didn't.

He was gone by the time I got back. All I have is a note to call him anytime in the next three weeks if something happens to my phone and the sound of sweet, sweet dial tone in my ear and internet connectivity at my fingertips. So, Eldon, you came this close to getting more than a firm handshake from me, but my dentist charges $50 for appointments not canceled 24 hours in advance. And when it comes down to it, I always keep my appointments.


Crafty Chica said...

hi margo! how can i subscribe to your blog? i'm a dork and cannot find the rrs feed button, and it won't work for my google reader either. you have good stuff, i'd love to stay updated!! congrats on everything!!
peace, love and glitter,
kathy :-)

Margo Candela said...

Ask and you shall receive, rss link on the right. Enjoy!