Warning this is just me venting my frustration….
Right. Entering my fourth week without broadband at home. Let me assure everyone this is not a voluntary state of affairs. It all began with me being silly enough to want to move to a better apartment. The move went very well but then the broadband company struck. For reasons which are not really clear to me the technician needs to talk to me. Unfortunately I had registered my old mobile number so I missed the call. Naturally this means that the technician could not call me again for the next two weeks. After several calls to my provider I now have a new date in the middle in this week for the installation of broadband. But this naturally depends on the call from the technician.
Three weeks without broadband has not improved my general mood or enabled me to develop a greater enjoyment of analog technologies. For those of you who think that you will read more if you had less access to broadband this theory – in my involuntary experiment – failed miserably. I read more when I have broadband.
Now I tend to collect lots of broadband related tasks and take them to work. Then attempt to remember what it was I was hoping to do when I had a decent internet connection. Bloody annoying. It’s not that I miss anything in particular it’s just the general basic luxury of having access to a technology upon which I depend heavily.