Trouble of the technical variety back at DoctorDi HQ… I am at present sitting in the local laundromat-cum-internet-cafe like a common backpacker because Virgin Broadband chose today to just cease connecting me to the greater world for no apparent reason and with no end in sight. What’s truly incredible about this is that these total breakdowns of communication always coincide with my landing some freelance work. Yes, I am on deadline today, and I have been running between my place and this laundry with a USB key clutched in my tightly clenched fist since earlier today, when my first two articles were due. I’ve just filed the third and final piece, and what I am planning to do now is call someone at Virgin so there’s an audience for the bloodcurdling scream I’ve been wanting to unleash all day.
How does this happen?? It’s monumentally perverse.
I won’t linger, sorry chaps, although there’s plenty of things I’d like to disuss with you all, because I just have to find an explanation for and solution to my abrupt disconnection, a disconnection that only serves to illustrate how utterly dependent I am – and my sole trader business is – on the web. Without it, I can’t email, which means I can’t file, which means I can’t work, which means I can’t get paid. Obviously USB keys and ports have come to my rescue today and in the past, but there’s no denying how vulnerable my fragile income is to PROVIDER ATTACK, so believe me when I say I’m going to give the poor hapless soul who takes my call a piece of my mind. I shall return with a proper post unless hostilities continue.