In my last post a mere two weeks ago, I wrote at length about my grandchildren and their obsession with being in constant “virtual” touch with their friends. While it was written as an observational piece on what is occupying today’s teenagers, some could have read that post as criticism. Someone in the virtual ether certainly did.
A few days later, a technician came to install our National Broadband Network – a fibre optic cable system which is being rolled out across Australia to replace the existing copper wire. The installation did not go to plan, and we were left without home phone and Internet access for eight days. Eight long days, hours and hours of which were spent repeating my story to our provider’s various call centres around the southern hemisphere.
It was extremely awkward to carry on without all the tools I am used to having at my fingertips. Internet browsing, emailing with links and/or Microsoft attachments, printing, contact address books, Skyping in pyjamas, and all those other things we now take for granted. As well, people were leaving messages on our landline phone, and wondering why I wasn’t calling back. I came up with a workaround, but it was frustrating in the extreme!
And that, my friends, is Karma.
I am happy to say that my handsome prince – aka my Laptop Lover – has returned to me at last, bringing with him many messages from the World.Wide.Web.
All is now right in the Kingdom.
FootNote: The first thing that popped up when I connected was a Skype contact request from a Sugar Louis. In her tiny photo, she looks petite and pretty. Perhaps she is one of the Telco’s customer service people whom I spoke to in the Philippines calling to check the line quality? And then again, perhaps not 🙂