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It’s sad but true. I completely admit it that I’m an Internet junkie. Last night I was in the middle of a conference call when a storm hit Melbourne with gusts up to 120 kilometres per hour. Everything was going fine until the lights went out and my UPS began beeping.
I quickly turned off my screens to minimise the power drain and let the people know on the call that I was about to lose them so please swap phone numbers now (I was the conference call co-ordinator). About 30 seconds later everything went dead and my son Timothy walked in with a lit candle.
 I was surprised by how fast the withdrawals symptoms began impacting my body. It started with uncontrollable twitches in my mouse clicking finger....there just wasn’t any point in clicking anymore. I then found myself staring at my screens in the candle light and strangely silent office. “Where did all the power go?” I moaned to myself.
It was then that I suddenly had a brilliant idea! I wasn’t completely disconnected after all. I grabbed my phone and fired up mobile skype. Oh joy! My global friends are still with me! I quickly instant messaged the problem I was having to those people that I was supposed to have my next call with. That duty out of the way I tried to surf the internet on the phone. I just needed to do something online to keep on feeding my habit.
This is where I discovered that surfing the net on your phone just isn’t fun at all. Sure it’s got 3G but the user interface sucks big time. Rather than feeling better I just got more and more depressed. It’s like going cold turkey moving from three 22 inch monitors to a 2 by 3 inch screen. It drove me nuts!
In the end I just gave up. I thought about crying.....but didn’t think that it provided a good role model for my kids, particularly as they were going through TV withdrawals.
So back to the middle ages I went by pulling out a book and reading by a host of candles. It took a while to get into the book but a strange thing happened. It suddenly dawned on me that I was isolated from the world (other than my almost battery dead mobile phone) and that it was strange to get my time back for me. Maybe the medieval monks had something.....
A little while later the power did come back on and my finger began to once again twitch on the almost surgically implanted mouse. The simple pleasure of three LCD displays were mine once again.
The next morning I entered my study to silence. That’s not good. The lights were on but the computer was off, I pushed the on button and my quad core mega-system hummed into life....must have been another power failure during the night. Thank goodness!
Hmmmm......skype’s not connecting. In fact, my cable modem is constantly recycling and I once again have lost my Internet drug. This has got to be the height of frustration! I have power but no connectivity! After calling my telco and being diverted to a call center in India (It should be noted that I have nothing against Indians and have many Indian friends but I wish that I was speaking to one that could speak English) I was about to tear my hair out!
So for the past 4 hours I’ve been sitting at my PC wanting, willing and begging for someone to connect me to the world once again. By the time you read this post it will mean that I’ve actually got back online.....thank goodness (in advance)!
Cheers!
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