The internet went out on November 24th. At first I thought, No big deal. I can get around it. But one day and one hour with tech support turned into a week and countless hours of pinging and plugging and unplugging. And each piece of equipment has it’s own support team. After ten minutes of trying to spell my name, I finally told the long-suffering tech for my router that I was hanging up. I realized there are no robins in India. It’s been a
week of poor connections.
My whining hasn’t gotten me anywhere. In fact, we are a culture of whiners, so people are absolutely unmoved by your plight. I told countless techs that I was in school full-time online now and I had to have internet. Silence, or worse, “Yes ma’am, sorry for the inconvenience.” The pathos of my life was not even acknowledged. So I’ve gone to Starbucks all week to study statistics. First world problems, I know.