I have one of those wireless thingys for my computer.
It had a hissy fit yesterday, and I couldn’t do anything with it, so I decided to reset it this morning.
I pressed the little reset button on the back, and that is when the fun began.
You see, I’d lost the manual for the wireless thingy, and also all the settings that my broadband people had given me. So I rang them. I got through straight away, which was a miracle. But it was karma playing a joke on me, because I got onto a bloke who was so foreign I could only understand about one word in ten.
We held the conversation purely by guesswork. If I didn’t understand anything he said, I would say something at random, like my address or phone number. The odd time, I would pick out a word and we’d make some progress. Eventually, after about ten minutes, I got the information I wanted. The whole thing wasn’t helped by the fact that his records showed that I had been disconnected about a year ago, and that I didn’t exist any more. I sometimes think that myself.
So I started putting the numbers into my wireless thingy. I kept denying myself permissions to get into it, like cutting off the branch you’re sitting on. So I had to keep resetting it. The reset button is getting a bit worn now.
I got it working eventually, and I am back into the Interweb. I’ve wasted a whole morning of
porn research though.
If I buy a new toaster and bring it home, I just plug it into the wall and make my toast. Why can’t computers be the same? They used to rant on about plug-n-play or whatever you call it, but it isn’t like that. You’d need a Masters Degree in Advanced Mathematics to get one of these yokes running.
And they wonder why there aren’t many of us old folks on-line?