Yesterday at 3:50 PM my Pandora suddenly stopped playing. Googletalk signed me out. Yahoo Messenger quit. I could no longer tweet. The internet across campus was down. EEP! I was so distracted by the lack of distractions that I got approximately nothing done for the last hour of work. Nevermind the fact that a lot of my job depends upon use of the internet. I figured a server blew up or something, somewhere on campus, and all would be well today.
Got in this morning and not only was the internet still down, the air conditioner was broken too. Y’all, I live in Mississippi. Summer started a month ago here.
Apparently this outage is not just the university. It’s a regional thing for AT& T caused (or so the scuttlebutt goes) because some farmer in Greenville (about 3 hours away) accidentally sliced through a cable with his tractor. They’d located the problem and gave no estimation on when it will be fixed.
I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t get my blog posts up or check email or talk to anyone or play music. I couldn’t find out what the latest tweets were or finish the conversations I had started over breakfast. I couldn’t search for the images I needed for the PowerPoint presentation I was working on. I couldn’t look for new templates for the website I’m working on. And I could hardly breathe it was so damned stuffy and hot.
Nooooooooooo! I fully expected to go into shakes at any moment.
The AC goes out with regularity during the summer. It’s one of the annoying quirks of our building and always brings work to a grinding halt. They haven’t busted out all the box fans yet. I told my boss I was packing everything up and going home to work.
So I’m home with AC, a fan, and internet. Happy now.
It really was kind of alarming actually. My husband was just saying yesterday that he can no longer just read (the 4th MEG book by Steve Altan just came out). He has to have TV and something else on too. Now I’m not THAT bad (reading is something fun, ergo it holds my attention), but apparently I can’t really work (and by work I mean Evil Day Job work that bores me 99% of the time, not writing) without having some other stimulation. Music. Conversation. Whatever. Something to break the monotony.
Hi, my name is Kait, and I am addicted to the internet.