Having A Bad Feeling About This...

We've all been there.  If you are anything like me, it probably happened when you were younger and maybe a little bit short on wisdom.  You know how it goes.  You meet a feller...he sweet-talks you a little.  You get to thinking that this is one special guy.  Maybe even The One.  You are putty in his hands.  You can be easily convinced to do things that are outside your usual, responsible nature.  You change your hair.  Maybe cut a few classes.  Talk back to your parents and stick your used gum under the coffee table.  Help him knock over a liquor store...stuff like that.

I am starting to think that Brad from Tech Support, who used his sweet talking ways to convince me that it wasn't enough to get my Ethernet connection up and running but that it would be fun to start fiddling around with the wireless, was just using me for the thrill of it.  He was merely looking for a few laughs and maybe a little of the adrenaline rush.  And he knew he had me right where he wanted me.  Brad said, "jump" and I leaped like a crazy kangaroo.  I pushed the buttons he told me to push.  I moved the cables he said should be moved.  

He led me down the path of self-destruction.  Now, he is nowhere to be found.  He's probably moved on to someone with more RAM and a faster connection speed.  And I'm here, hanging in the wind with thirty seconds of connection to the inter-webs out of every five minutes, just waiting for the little light on the router to come back on and tell me that it is safe to try again.

I am reduced to living like our forefathers, hastily taking advantage of the connection in between churning butter and fighting off the wild bears.  What am I saying?  Our forefathers didn't live like this!  They had dial-up.  And that was probably much faster than what I have right now.

Brad.  Oh, Brad.  Why hast thou forsaken me?  I thought what we had was special.  This is the eighties all over again...

On the up side of things, the lack of Internet perusing has given me more of the knitting time.  There is every reason to believe that I will be blocking the Invisibility Shawl next week during my school vacation.  I am trying to find the bright side, here.  I am ignoring the amount of non-knitting time that has been devoted to: a.  Trying to fix what I have broken on the Internet:  b.  Thinking about what I need to do to fix what I have broken on the Internet;  c.  Thinking of new names to call Brad.  and, d.  Feeling badly about blaming Brad because he spent an hour and a half helping me try and fix this and he only once mentioned how old my equipment is.  

And then I remember that he called me, "ma'am" and I get back to being all Brad-hatey again. 

 I know it's not really his fault.  He can't help his nature.  In that special time and place, I really do believe that he thought we were creating a wireless connection to last the ages.  He is an "in the moment" kind of guy and lives for the thrill of meeting a challenge.  He can't really be blamed for my getting all swept away in his excitement.  

But, I know one fellow who is so totally not getting a sweater for Christmas...

SA