If you’re anything at all like me, you start going into withdrawals…..quickly.
I’ll admit it, I’m addicted. Not only is my livelihood completely dependent on an internet connection, but it seems so is the rest of my life.
I woke up one morning last week, around 5am, like I always do. My routine is such that I just wake up at o’dark thirty, make coffee and immediately get on my computer. I need to see what emails I have received that could forever alter the course of my life, naturally.
My brain tends to function better at this time of the day anyway, and I get quite a bit accomplished – client work, bookkeeping, blog posts, etc. By 10 am, I’ve done a half day’s work and the rest of my day just goes much more smoothly, when I don’t have to rush through things, especially because my brain starts to give out at about 2pm, and I have to resort to more menial tasks, like mucking out the horse trailer or taking out the garbage.
I digress…..I woke up one morning last week, around 5am, turned on my computer and what do I see?
Of course, my immediate reaction is
And in my head, all I hear is “cha-ching”, the sound of lost dollars going down the drain. That typically is not a great start to a web designer’s day. Keep in mind it’s 5 am, and I use a local small wireless company as my ISP, so I can’t exactly call and drill them about what happened to my internet connection. I would have to wait a couple of hours for that. Might as well have been a couple of weeks, in my opinion.
After the initial panic wears off, my brain can once again function more clearly. Even though I am most definitely NOT happy about being out of work for who-knows-how-long, I manage to pull myself together enough to come up with ways to still be semi-productive.
Of course I’m nowhere near this cute & well put-together when I’m cleaning the bathroom, mind you.
Once I tear through the bathrooms like the Tazmanian Devil, I decide to tackle the 1/2″ thick dust that accumulates on my furniture in just under 4 hours. I live in the country and have horses on both sides of my little house, so when I open the windows at night, all the dust that 9 horses can kick up floats right into my living room and moves in.
Okay, it’s not that bad really, it just seems like it when I have to clean it.
All this manual labor is wreaking havoc on my blood sugar.
I’d rather muck stalls than clean house, any day of the week. If only I could just live in the barn, then I wouldn’t have to worry about trivial things like dust.
Finally, after what seems like years, but in reality was only about two hours, the internet returns and my neurosis subsides.
The day is not lost after all, and BONUS! I have clean bathrooms.
Does losing the internet put you into as much of a panic as it does me? What do you do when your internet goes down?