Some days...

 

When compared to daily life in a third world country, or say, Iraq, my life is pretty good.  I have a lot to be thankful for, I know.  But then there are some days, days when just nothing is simple, everything seemingly is wrong, and even relatively simple tasks are hard.  Some days, just suck.

Yesterday was one of those days.  After purchasing a wireless router over the weekend to enable both my desktop computer and my new laptop to access the internet in my home, a friend who was moving gave me one she still had in the box.  So the router I purchased can now be returned, saving me money.  Yeah. 

Supposedly, everything I needed was in the box, including a CD to guide me through the installation.  Uh-huh.  In the same way "You can't miss it" almost insures getting lost, a CD to guide the consumer through a simple installation almost guarantees complications.  Like many people, I can hang with computer stuff and lingo, until the scenario gets complicated and things NOT addressed by the handy installation CD begins occurring.  So I did what anyone would do:  I called a friend who speaks computer.  Her name is Sherrie, and she is a woman of extreme patience and understanding.  We're talking, she had to first clarify terminology, so that when I was hysterically describing plugging the blue wire with the squarish plug into "the box thing", she knew what she was dealing with.  It sounded something like, "So going forward, we're going to refer to the black box that is the Comcast Cable Modem as the.....modem, and the D-Link Router box as the.....router.  Got it?"

Unfortunately, due to forces beyond anyone's immediate control, our efforts did not meet with success.  Here's what the ugly scene looked like in the thick of things...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The only thing missing is me, sitting cross-legged in the middle of that mess, swearing profusely getting really frustrated.  It is beyond me why hard drives were designed with all the connections ON THE BACK, and computer desks such as the one above were then designed with a space for the box that necessitates sliding the @#$%^&! box out whenever you need to do anything with it, scratching and dinging the desk each time.

 

 

These are the days, when one has to draw in a deep breath, and find some solace.  Maybe it's leaving things a mess and going for a walk.  Maybe it's sitting down with the knitting for 30 minutes or so.  Maybe it's chocolate, or on a particularly bad day, a cocktail (or two).

On this particular day I chose.......SHOES.  Technically, there is really no room in the budget for shoes right now, which means I shouldn't have even darkened the door of DWS in the first place, I know.  But these were on the clearance rack, fit me perfectly, and made me smile like an idiot when I tried them on.  Done.    Aaaaahhhhh......better now!

 

And yes, I wore them around the apartment, for at least an hour, until I felt better!