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I'm used to not having internet access at work. It doesn't really bother me at all; I have plenty to do at the office. Even when there are no appointments to see, no clients to call, and no surgeries to perform, there are journal articles to read, paperwork to keep up with, and schedules to work on - and when that's all finished, I make sure to carry a book with me at all times so I don't get bored. This way, on the rare occasions that I can get online at work, it's more a treat than an expectation.

Not having internet access at home, though, is utterly bizarre and, as I learned yesterday, deeply upsetting. I haven't been without internet in my place of residence since I left home to go to college - longer than that, if you count my serious BBS habit while I was in high school.

I'm not sure of all the details, being functionally illiterate when it comes to technology, but my husband told me something happened with our router during an upgrade earlier this week. The practical upshot of this was that I couldn't check my email, read LJ, or surf the web from late Wednesday night until the wee hours of the morning today. This should not have upset me nearly as much as it did.

I had the day off yesterday, and I'm fairly used to spending my time alone online. I conduct most of my work communication through email, I keep in touch with friends through email and AIM, I work on translating projects using online manuscripts, I look up fiddly details for whatever projects I'm working on, from documentation for SCA crafts to recipes for dinner. I felt like I had been blindfolded all day. At least I realize that it's ridiculous to feel this way, though.

On the other hand, I did manage to accomplish an incredible amount of backlogged work without the distraction of the computer. Work clothes were bought, as were the newest Simon Green and Kim Harrison novels and a Hawaii travel guide. I balanced my checkbook, washed the dishes, actually called the clinics I'm hoping to set up a working relationship with, sorted the laundry, cleaned my room and reorganized my stuffed animals, made the bed, and filed more work receipts than I had been aware had accumulated this year.

Then I made lunch, and spent the afternoon wondering what else I could possibly find to keep me busy. There's a limit to how much entertainment Spider Solitaire can provide....

Date: 2006-04-22 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dagibbs.livejournal.com
I completely understand the distress of not being able to connect when you expect to be able to. I'd be distressed, too. (And, I have been.)

Date: 2006-04-23 02:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] laurion
Oh yes, I was a BBS Junkie in HS as well... but I was mostly on them to play the games. I feel your disorientation, and laud your productivity!

Date: 2006-04-23 03:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] alexx-kay.livejournal.com
I felt like I had been blindfolded all day. At least I realize that it's ridiculous to feel this way, though.

Not ridiculous at all. Just one of the new aspects of being human in the 21st century.

Date: 2006-05-01 07:04 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jducoeur
Sympathies. I realized what Internet junkies we were when I noticed that our definition of "moved into the new house" meant "the cablemodem is up and running".

(Okay -- having a bed there was also important. But I think we could have dealt without a bed more easily than without a Net connection...)

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