It’s funny the things we get used to. Like, I never thought I would come to terms with no Internet service here and yet here I am, being all indifferent. It could have something to do with the fact that I can grab an hour of online bliss via my local library but I think it’s more a case of adapting. Whether I liked it or not.
Initially I was beside myself. No mobile reception, no Internet connection and absolutely no idea when these things, which I had taken for granted for so long, would find me! It was a tad distressing. No, actually, it was hugely distressing and I briefly considered things like throwing my computer from an upstairs window, followed by my phone but declined at the last minute as it seemed a bit wasteful to trash perfectly good gadgets. I also tossed about the idea of tossing myself from the mezzanine but that would have been messy (and I abhor mess) but eventually focused all my thoughts on trawling for Telstra workers to take my growing frustrations out on, leaving their mangled remains along the pretty verges of my local village, but would that have got someone out onto my road to put in a cable that supported ADSL? Probably not and they may have gotten all negative about the bodies and things anyway…
So I adapted. I didn’t want to but when it came to the choice of getting around it or going crackers I opted for the former and just got on with it and it has kind of worked.
But I’ve just received a second update from the National Broadband bunch assuring me that it is on the way because they’ve found an alternative site for the wireless tower, as opposed to the one a small handful of people objected to (I swear, no one laid a hand on those guys but we so wanted to!) which means Internet will finally get to us and probably this year.
I should be squealing and swinging from the rafters right? I should be hyperventilating with the excitement of the thing I have missed most since moving to this area finally getting to me, yeah? I should be over the moon with bliss? Okay, yes, one would think so and I really am! Seriously, I am being every single one of those things, but in a much quieter mode that I would have believed possible three years ago. So do you see what I mean about the “mellowing” thingy? No more drastic thoughts, no more death stalks. No more wishing I could climb through telephone lines to throttle the customer service officer on the other end who really didn’t give a rats A about my communication woes. I certainly seem to have settled down on that front.
No even a bray of evil laughter…?!