I do, really. Not a Tara Palmer whatsername type of girl. I mean who wants to look that stupid in public that often? Actually I achieve that effortlessly. just without the designer wardrobe and the photos in OK. I want to be an IT girl. Skilled with my computer and more importantly, skilled at fixing my computer.
Friday was traumatic. No internet access at all frightened me into hiding under my duvet and shivering for a great deal of the day. Then my night in shining nylon shirt turned up and hit three different keys and fixed the problem. So, I felt pretty stupid, and well rested from hiding under the duvet. In all fairness the IT knight in his shining Ford Escort did not mock me. There was mutterings about women who live in the middle of nowhere, and danger money for having to drive past the deranged cattle, but all in all he was pretty friendly. As he should be since he earnt £10 for every key that he hit. Bargain for him.
The problem is that now there still seems to be a remnant of a problem that only emerged this morning. This means I can access the internet (hooray) and send e mails (hooray) but not receive them. This is disastrous.
What if I have won some huge competition with a time sensitive reply? I'll never collect that millon pounds and free face lift? How will I be able to order my cheap degree online or stock up on pharmaceuticals sent from Canada? Can life continue in these straightened circumstances? More importantly do I have the courage to ring up and explain that I have forgotten which keys he hit and that I need him to come back?
The price of health
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