Just in a fight with all things technology related.

It started last week when my Yahoo email account was hacked and sent out links to a Viagra to everyone in my contacts list. Sorry if you were one of them. I promise I am not that concerned about your erection or lack there of.

Then on Friday night Karina the Russian and I went to a concert. We only wanted to see the opening band (Staind) so we left when they were done to get a cold beverage that didn’t cost $9. Well, like the smart person I am, I decide NOT to bring my purse and just put my iPhone in my back pocket. Somewhere between visiting three restrooms at the concert venue and one at the bar, my phone disappeared. We back tracked and retraced all of our steps including turning the car inside out, and being escorted by security through the concert venue after everyone had left  (which was actually kind of embarrassing because we had to take them to the back stage restrooms we snuck into). All to no avail. My freaking phone is gone!

I spent the weekend moving (more on that soon!) and came across my old Black Jack phone, so at least I have that. Although the internet is not working on it so I need to take it to At&t and ask them WTF? It sucks, I miss my iPhone! I feel so disconnected with the world!

Needless to say, due to my crazy weekend, I didn’t so much as glance at my homework. When I rolled into my new pad last night at 8:30 pm, cat in hand (I had just picked her up from my parents), my intention was to bust out some serious study time. Only problem, I don’t have access to the secured wireless account set up at my place. It’s a Mac Airport, I have a PC.

Just one more chance for technology to shove it’s fat middle finger right in my face.

I’m hoping that my not-technology-retarded brother in law will be able to make the Mac and PC play nice together, because I haven’t so much as a clue to how to make them work. However, I’m keeping my stress level relatively low, ignoring the fact that I have an online assignment due by midnight tonight and spending my lunch break writing this instead of studying. It’s OK though, everything is going to work out. If I tell myself that long enough, it has to come true.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Bag full of complaints, Moving Blows