After hustling through five work days that felt like seven, I was ready to collapse into some hardcore binge watching – thank you, Netflix, Hulu, and Prime. However, this Friday night my cute little Wi-Fi dial failed to illuminate. I calmed myself, all is well, with a simple unplug and replug, relaxation will be mine. With a simple restart, relaxation will be mine. With a simple disconnecting from all outlets, modems, etc, relaxation will be mine. Unsatisfied and undeterred, I watched movies saved to my desktop. By morning, all would be magically restored and relaxation will finally be mine.
By morning, all was not magically restored and calming techniques had finally frayed. By hour 12, I was emotionally shutting down. By hour 14, I laid on the ground facetiming with my own personal tech support, groaning and wimpering to no avail. At hour 16, I went to the coffee shop on the corner to get a quick hit of Wi-Fi, even though I recently quit the dark arts of coffee. However, it was not meant to be, all tables were full, clearly the Wi-Fi gods were having a laugh at my expense.
Turns out, after living in a place for 6+ years, the modem must go to that hi-tech heaven in the sky. I found the one location open on a Sunday to upgrade, save the weekend, and finally relax. File under, The More You Know.