*microphone muted*

Someone send me a Kit-Kat bar… I need a break.

20 minutes before my 4pm conference call with the customer, my work machine decides to mysteriously stop communicating with the internet. Can’t ping anything. Suspecting it could be some fluke cat-unplugging issue, I’ve checked all the cable connections, and it all seems to be good…. except for the complete not working thing. The magic “it’s windows, just reboot it” trick hasn’t seemed to work either.

Of course, in my frustration, I’ve also now broken my desk. And, as this complete computer barf happened, I was just about to try to upload graphics for this customer’s agent template for the 701st time (which, as we know, is the charm).

Thankfully, for this call, I’m able to pull up the customer’s site on my personal machine, which is chugging along perfectly normally. No mysterious smoke coming from my work computer. Bellsouth has my husband kidnapped until 9pm for his 12-hour company retreat, so I guess after I hang up on this call, I have no excuse to keep sitting here since I can’t get any work done.

Wow, this is a record of being on mute. These guys are really rambling on without me…. anywho, after this I do believe there is a huge mass of laundry strewn across our bed that needs some attention. It’s been up there all day, since I emptied all the baskets and picked up the piles of folded stuff that’d I’d just tossed in the floor in the closet. I’m thinking if I don’t get to it soon, it may just come to life and start offering me advice like the good old trash heap from Fraggle Rock.