So I’ve been without Internet for five weeks or so. It’s a very long story, and it involves multiple language barriers and unhelpful customer service representatives, and many, many, emails and aborted phone conversations. Basically, I would come home from work every day and hopefully check my modem to see if the light was flashing, signalling my connection was still blocked. Then I’d wait a day, try again, and fire off another angry email that they needed to make this a priority, preferably yesterday. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Yesterday, I came home from a lovely weekend in the Netherlands and checked, more out of habit than anything else. But lo and behold: the light was steady. As I opened Firefox, I felt like a kid in a candy shop in that I couldn’t decide what to do first: watch all those episodes of tv series I’ve missed? Or go browse Pinterest to my heart’s content? Or catch up on the Savage Love archives? Or clean out my Google reader? Or email my mother? Or skype with someone?
In retrospect, what I should have done was rescue my dinner from the oven. But even burnt pizza tastes good if you’re finally connected to the world again.