2 posts tagged “resolution”
Damn.
My internet suddenly stops working when I need to send a client an important email attachment! I call *hiddeninternetprovider* to ask them what's going on with my service, and they tell me it can take 24-36 hours to figure out, but mind you, this is on a Thursday. So by my estimation, because *hiddeninternetprovider* technicians do not work on the weekend, I'm looking at getting the internet back up and running by Tuesday or Wednesday at the earliest. And during a pressure-cooked week of email communication deadlines to boot!
So go to Future Shop to make sure this email gets to the client asap.
Yeah. Future Shop.
So I try to stealthily hide my USB memory stick into the back of one of the IMac's, and proceed to check my email there... while stealthily going back and forth from programs in case any of the commission-hungry sales reps tries to swoop in too close and find out what I'm doing.
Low and behold, they are sharing the internet connection... with all 50 demo model computers!
Can this day get any worse?
So while I wait for this slow-as-heck upload of my attachment, all the while seeming so genuinely interested in this IMac.... Then a sales person starts to observe me. (I almost hear the doot...doot...dootdoot...DOOTDOOT radar sound in his head going off, all pointed at ME.)
*cue moody faster paced music*
Right now the upload bar can't move fast enough. I feel like Sandra Bullock in "The Net" during the convention when she's on the computer and the bad guy is coming....Or any other tech-savvy movie where they always upload the file onto a disk just-in-the-nick of time.
UPLOAD COMPLETE.
SEND.
LOGOUT.
Close window.
Just in time!
ME, smoothly: "Wow, this Imac is pretty cool."
SALES: "Yeah, Let me show you some of the features like...."
Forget this, I'm ghost. I'm already starting the car by the time he turns around.
What I find out about all this?
I need the internet to run my business smoothly. There's just no way around it.
What else did I find out about all this?
I DON'T need the internet. Now before I get lambasted about the benefits of the internet. I need to stress the word "need". I really did okay the remaining 5 days without the internet. With the exception of being able to email any business-related things at my brother's house or a friend's place..... I was okay.
*gasp!*
Yeah it was a pretty peaceful week, sort of like the huge eastern-seaboard blackout, but smaller. And only focused on the internet. And I could still use elecricity and the computer. And I still could use the net if I had to at someone's house...
okay bad analogy, but you get it I hope.
It's been 65 days.
The first week, I didn't even realize how irritable I was. I was sick too, maybe that's why. Sick people are a miserable bunch, no?
Then the second week I was still sick. This was a bit unusual, as I don't take to getting sick very often or for that long.
I honestly and truly believe it was my body adjusting and fighting the habit that I built up for over 10 years.
I experimented smoking back maybe when I when 17, or maybe 18? Tried a puff here or there, didn't really cough much, but I did have to fight to hold it in.
It was cool. It was rebellious...
Ultimately, I developed the habit. And I liked it.
I needed it. I wanted it. I didn't care that the smell bothered anyone.
wow. Now I realize just how much it smells. (Now don't get me wrong I don't want to be attacking anyone who smokes.) I understand. It's hard.
Even after 65 days, I still have the urge. But I believe the hardest part is over.
My goal for 2007: not one more cigarette. And hopefully it'll be something I continue every year.
(Officially, the last cigarette was in the parking lot of a Howard Johnson Hotel at 5am on January 1st, 2007)
This is one of my major goals in (hopefully) a great year of reaching personal goals and achievements. And all this stemmed from a desire to better myself, which overflowed into my graphic design soul searching.
It started as a resolution, but feels more like a lifestyle change.
And I feel so much better.
Wish me luck!