When I tried to begin work this morning, I had no internet connection. I have now been on hold with my provider for 53 minutes. Technology. I also wanted to look up a recipe. I was all set to make a comforting dinner of (and it is actually called this) Comforting Chicken and Noodles in the Crockpot. On this gray (but lovely) fall day I thought it would be nice to know dinner is cooking and to have Mike walk through the door and say “Ah…something smells good.” He loves to come home. For that, I am grateful.
But it is now one hour and 29 seconds on the phone. I am normally not on the phone that long with people I actually like. I have unplugged and replugged cords. I have typed in several series of weird numbers and codes. I feel like Jack Bauer. My provider rep told me to try the same thing six times and then left me in silence for 20 second increments. I had a fleeting urge to punch her in the face. Not very Christ-like.
The last thing she told me is that apparently this plan is not working (ya think?). She is sending a message to the programming department and I should hear back from someone within 24 hours. What??? I try the ole “My husband is a doctor and he needs access to the internet immediately!”, which is true. That didn’t seem to phase her. Darn it! I need a new line. Alas, since I am unable to fix this problem myself, I wait.
I preferred to work in my sweats and keep my hair in the same ponytail it was in overnight, and suck down coffee at my own desk. But I guess I will change my clothes and comb my hair and head out to work at the library or the bookstore.
And dinner? Well, it may be Arby’s. At least I have tomorrow’s dinner set. Maybe.