July 10, 2008
AAAAAGGGHHH! I hate being so dependent on this stupid computer. I vowed I wouldn’t get dependent, yet here I am, on hold, waiting for Sprint Customer Service even though I don’t think the problem is even Sprint – I think it’s Internet Explorer, but I don’t have a phone number for them!!! I hate feeling so helpless and dependent. And wasting so much time.
I’ve slowly started doing more and more on the computer, and this is why I hesitated in the first place, why I still haven't gone totally paperless. When it doesn’t work, you’re stuck! My bills sit here in a neat pile waiting to be paid. Of course, procrastinator that I am, I waited until almost the last minute because I was going to pay them online. It’s too late to mail them.
I’ve been on hold 20 minutes now. The first 10 it turned out I was waiting for the wrong ‘technical support’. So I’m having to wait at least another ten for the right group answer.
I have other stuff I can work on, but it’s difficult with the phone cradled between my shoulder and my ear. I’m looking at the screen sideways. I’ll have a major neckache, I’m sure. I need to leave for work soon. I hate this.
And that describes my morning....I wrote it in my Microsoft Word journal during the THIRTY MINUTES I was on hold!!!
Am I the only one that has reservations about going totally internet? Does it really save time? I think whatever time I've saved in the past I had to pay up today.
Thank goodness the Sprint technician that took my call (finally!), Shay, was persistant and smart, and after two hours (!!!) my internet was back up. I was right - it wasn't Sprint. But Shay didn't care - she stuck by me trying one thing after another until one finally did the trick. I was late to work, didn't get the bills paid or anything else I needed to do, but the internet was back up, hallelujah! And I learned a lot.
I made an 'A' in my first Computer Programming class, and when I dropped out, I was halfway through Linear Algebra Computer Programming....but that was thirty years ago. We wrote our programs, punched holes in cards, wrapped them (in order) in a rubber band, and passed them through a window to a person who fed them into a computer that filled up an entire room. It doesn't have any relevance to the problems I encounter on my computer, for some reason.
Gazing over the railing of the back deck while grilling the chicken, I caught a glimpse of a deer near the little creek below me before she disappeared amid the trees. It's strange, but we saw more deer when we lived in town than out here. Dozens, whole families, lounged on the golf courses and lined up to be hand- fed near our neighbor's fence. Country deer are more shy, less social. We know they're around - we see their footprints in the mud, and sometimes they dash across the road in front of us. So instead of being commonplace, a deer sighting is a rare treat again.
Frankie came to visit for the second day in a row! The dogs just ignore him - more and more we're convinced Ruthie fell victim to coyotes or an owl or some other predator. There are a lot of them out here. But I still warn him not to trust Charly and Max too much. They are just dogs, after all.