You may turn on Fox News to hear John Beard or Christine Devine say, “A crazed woman entered the offices of InternetConnect online services armed with…” I don’t know what I would arm myself with, but I am pretty close to the edge.
First my car breaks down. Then my Walkman breaks down. I still can’t find that green jumper, and I have little to no money, and not much hope of getting any.
Then, yesterday morning, I try to get online and I can’t. I make the first of many calls to my ISP. Long story short, they’ve eliminated the possibility of a network problem or a PC problem, and they’re saying it’s the modem. So I will be offline until they send someone out on Monday.
I’m at the library now, but I can’t hog their 'puter, so I’m just checking my e-mail and posting this.
This could not have happened at a worse time. Mr. Rilch has started working nights, and I was licking my chops at the process of staying online as late as I liked. Plus, the friend we have staying with us is doing his job search on the Net, and this isn’t good for him. Part of the reason I called my ISP so many times and made sure that they were taking me seriously and exploring all possibilities, as well as expediting my case and telling me the right things to do, was for his sake. I have a gnawing feeling that if I hadn’t kept on their ass as I have been doing, they still wouldn’t even have opened my file.
I want to rage and scream and smash things. I want to break into a house of people who have the internet and hold them hostage while I stay on the SD until I’ve had enough. I feel like that guy in that Twilight Zone episode (Thanks, mom, for insisting that I watch that with you!) that I can’t watch again, and don’t like to hear people quote from or even discuss, so please don’t.
I hope it can be fixed. I hope it won’t cost anything, because I can’t afford it. I know they’re going to adjust my bill and not make me pay for five days w/o access.
Also, if there are any updates to the LA Dopefest plan, can someone send me an e-mail? I can find ways to check my e-mail, and I’d like to be in on that 'fest.
Thanks for listening, y’all.