Whine Blogging Wednesday #2
It’s baaa-aack.
Today’s whine from MizD is brought to you by the letter I for Irritable Intractable Impeded Internets.
Here goes:
Once upon a time, many months ago, before MizD dropped everything to go care for her ailing parents, she had a growing web design business. Okay, it was slow-growing, like asparagus in Alaska (she imagines), but point is, she had opportunities to build her client base and actually do well at this web design thing. Then, she moved to a tiny island where not only did everyone’s websites look like they were designed by Front Page version 1.1 circa 1996, but MizD’s caregiving efforts took precedence and the web design fell by the wayside.
Now, many months later, MizD has returned to her roots in Portland and she, with meager savings from a summer’s work in tourist retail, is determined to dive into the freelance thing again. She is excited. She has many ideas. She knows that some success in this endeavor may even give her and Chopper the resources they need to start a culinary business together. She forges ahead.
Or rather, she would forge ahead, but MizD is stuck in a place with crap-for-internet service. In short, there’s a big nasty hairball in her tube and she’s completely lacking in CyberDraino.
Why just yesterday, MizD attempted to upload a single CSS file for a client’s website, and it took her an hour because of how many times the connection failed.
So, what did MizD do? What every frustrated geek would do at that juncture: She stomped out the door of her tiny cave, trudged down the street to the nearest coffee shop and ordered a double espresso.
And when she received her rich, supposedly mood-enhancing beverage, she took a single sip, opened her sleepy eyes, and promptly wept at her surroundings.
For MizD was in a forest of wireless laptops. Laptops at every table, and at each one, fingers tap tap tapping away, writing blog posts, shopping, networking, surfing the web at 21st century speeds. She was, in a word, surrounded by productivity and none of it was hers.
Alas, all MizD could do was drink her now bitter espresso and wander back to her cave to spend another hour trying to upload a new index file for a soon-to-be-annoyed client’s website.
Fortunately, there is light at the end of the tube (beyond the hairball). For in just two short weeks, MizD will be out of this cave of antiquity and two weeks after that, MizD will be in her own home at long last, and there, at long last, she can make leaps and bounds toward her ultimate goal of freelance success.
Providing she doesn’t run out of money and clients first, she thinks, glaring at the evil hairball that looms before her at every turn.
(And speaking of turns… got something to whine about? Share the love!)
CHIN UP!
I’m sure it will all be worth it in the end…
:-)
Sounds like someone needs a powerbook :)
Chin ups? Now I have to do CHIN UPS? :-P
Someone is getting a notebook very soon. Or Else.
BTW, y’all are supposed to leave your whines! Come on, peeps! Get with the program and tell me what’s driving you crazy these days! Quickly, or the shllama gets it!
Well…I work with several boys who are 25+ going on 15, only talk about sports, throw paper basketballs at the hoop they made right behind my desk, and took the mechanism from a Napoleon Dynamite talking toy, made it so that it just makes the most ANNOYING SQUEALING SOUND I’ve ever heard, and play it all the time because they think it’s the funniest thing EVER. I’ve enjoyed two lovely days while they were all at a departmental retreat and now they’re back. How’s that for whining? Now, where’s the wine? And hang in there, dear (it’s easier than chin-ups anyway), your new powerbook will make everything easier!
I just spent four days with delusional parents and Cranky is (bless his heart) still enjoying my crazy impersonations of my mom, and I’m TOTALLY playing with fire, because you’re on my blogroll and she just might find this comment here since she snoops and I think you’re performing a therapeutic service and I just completely need a lap to cry in. Oh! Thanks!
xx
There’s your damn whine.
OoOooOo, I love rusty metals. Rusty farm implements, MMMmmm.
Biggles
Okay, I’m back. Cactching up!
Michelle, a fine whine that is. And ANNOYING SQUEALING SOUNDS are always whine-worthy. But… Napoleon Dynamite talking toy?? I had no idea those existed. I mean, damn, here Chopper and I spent so much time perfecting the “gaaah, idiot!” phrase, and we could have just had a toy do it for us?
CC: Therapy? Works for me. 5 cents please. :-)
Biggles, me too. Rust is seeeexy.
Frakking deadlines! Day/date/product books are such a mixed blessing…some days, it’s more mixed than blessing. I’ve got 4 computers on in my totally hard-surfaced office and it’s giving me a migraine!
(boys, look away) and then there’s “mature lady” hormones…which totally suck! totally! Cycle becomes cyclone, or is that “psycho, leave her alone”? OMG, kill me now!
That and I foolishly agreed to this Iron Chef thingy against a professional chef! WTF was I thinking? WTF was I drinking? I’m thinking we name it Rusty Chef (and I even said that before I read Biggles comment)
Aaaieee, I hear ya. I have catching up to do like you would not believe. Oh and the erm, cyclone thing. Just ask Chopper. Or not.
BTW, the Iron Chef thingy can wait a bit, you know. We’re in no rush. :-)