I was moving my bed today, when I heard a pop. I had pulled the patch cable out of my LAN connection. No problem. I stuck it back in and sat down to search for naked la- homework, I mean homework. No dice. Connection doesn’t work 
. I fiddle with the plug, push, pull, twist, switch it around. Nothing helps. So the engineer in me takes over, and I methodically examine the ends of the patch cable. No problems there. I find a penlight and examine the port in the wall. Doom wraps its chill fingers round my guts: two gleaming gold wires have pulled free of their notches and mock me with their jaunty new arrangements :eek:. Crap. Who fixes this kind of thing?
I decide to try myself. I have nothing to lose here, because the unit will likely have to be replaced anyway. I push all the crap out the way and crawl under the bed where this port is hidden with a flashlight, an assortment of needles, and a narrow common screwdiver. Approximately ten minutes of snarling, screaming, and poking ensue. One wire is now back in place. The other stubbornly refuses the best of my efforts to fix it. In despair, I jam it in one final time and push the patch cable in after it :mad:. It takes a moment to realize that yes, I have succeeded. Success :). I dance, sing, and generally embarass myself, as I have my net connection back and have likely avoided a costly repair bill. It made my day. I fixed it, although that was half by dumb luck and breaking it in the first place was pretty stupid. So now I’m going to bask in the light of this most petty of victories for absolutely as long as I can, and share it with others too. Damn, but for some reason that felt good :D.
