You know that moment in a horror movie where the killer’s next victim cornered in some way and he or she is on the phone calling for help when the line goes dead? And you know what that person always does next, right?
They frantically push the hell out of the hook switch, trying to restore their lost phone connection. I never understood what makes someone think that rapidly pressing the very button that ends your call would restore bring it back.
Chalk it up to panic I guess. People don’t think clearly when they’re desperate.
And yet, here I am, doing the modern day equivalent of whaling the tar out of that hook switch: repeatedly hitting refresh on my browser in a vain hope that those series of rapid clicks from my mouse will magically restore my internet connection.
I work from home. I use the internet to do my job. Not having internet when I have to work is a bitch.
Scratch that. It’s beyond a bitch. It’s an angry, festering sore located in an inconvenient place. When you manage to alleviate the pain or find a comfortable way to sit, it reminds you that, for one, it’s in charge at the moment, and two, it won’t go away until you do something about it.
I called tech support. They couldn’t fix it on their end, either.
So here I sit, uncomfortably, of course, idling when I should be working, and waiting patiently for the tech to come to my place and replace my modem.
Whoever said patience is a virtue never had to meet a deadline.
I could kill time playing Crazy Quilt Sol—
Oh. Crap. That’s on Facebook.
Or I could stream Wisconsin sports talk rad—
At least I don’t need wi-fi to read a book on my Kindle.
Yeah. I think I’ll do that.
This is my first time participating in the Trifecta Writing Challenge. The object of this challenge is to write a piece of fiction or non-fiction using the 3rd listed definition of that week’s word. The piece must be between 33 and 333 words.
The word for Trifecta Challenge: Week 61 is “bitch”.