Tuesday, July 31, 2007

That 70's Day

Let's see, it's been and interesting and fun couple of days for me, relearned to live in the days before internet and cell phones. For a day at least.
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The last couple of days my internet has been sporadically going on and off. I got the new modem and it worked for a day or so and then went kaput again. So I called Comcast, again, and scheduled an appointment for today for them to come out and look at it, sometime between 8am and noon. At 10 the internet comes back on, and I'm thinking "Great! Now the cable guy is going to get here and it's going to be working fine." He gets here about 45 minutes later and the cable is still working, so he starts checking it. He checks it out back, let's out a whistle and tells me that the decibels (or something like that) are supposed to run between -5 and +5, and will tend to cut out completely at -15. I was running at -14.4. He also told me that the ratio of errors-to-bits should be 1 in a billion, I was running at 1 in a thousand. He opened up the little box on the back of the house, removed some capacitor looking thing, hooked up his gizmo again, and let out another whistle. Bad capacitor thing, bad, bad capacitor thing. The cable is running at about +9 without it. Now that that is all replaced I'm still running above the +5 mark at the modem, which is very good. Now I've got one foot back in the new millineum.
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Yesterday I was at school starting to set up my classroom. Got there just in time to go out to lunch with the whole gang and then came back to work on my new room. It's summer, nobody is supposed to be in the building, so when I ran upstairs to get some stuff from my techie room, I left the door open. With my personal and my school cell phone sitting on my desk. I was supposed to meet Adele at 3:45 to go see the Simpson's Movie (two thumbs up) and at 3:30 I start packing up to leave. Um, where's the cell phones? Nowhere. In a panic I heaqd down to the office, borrow Tessa's cell phone and start calling mine. Some kid, my guess was 9 or so, answers, mumbles some stuff and hangs up. Great. Call the other phone. Same thing. Double Great. By now it's almost 4:00 and I don't even know Adele's number to call her and tell her what's going on. First things first, I call Qwest to cancel my phone, they were incredibly helpful, they even called South Salt Lake Police to make the report, and let me know how to claim my phone with their insurance and get a new one. Then I have to call Verizon to let get my school number shut down. Now it's almost 4:30 and I just know Adele is all pissed off at me for standing her up. So I look up her parent's number in the phone book, call her mom, get her cell number and then call her. She's not mad at all, she figured something like this had happpend when she called my number and got a 9 year old, who just mumbled something and hung up. First time she called she thought I might have been at Danny's house and either Josh or Dylan had been messing with the phone, but after the third time she figured I would have gotten it from them by then. Well, the phone company is sending me a new phone, it'll get here within 3 days. Until then I'm using one of the counselors cell phones.
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So, I got a reminder of what it was like before the days of cell phones and the internet. Nobody (except Danny, because his cell was the one number I could remember) could call me, I didn't have to come home and check my e-mails, and blogging was completely out of the question. Hmmmm, actually it wasn't that bad of a day........

4 comments:

A Paperback Writer said...

YOu really should've skipped the Simpsons and stayed home to watch MASH, All in the Family, and the Jeffersons. If you had to go to the movies, it should've been The Sting or Jaws.
well, I've missed you while you've been out of commission. My blog's been pretty quiet and free from obnoxious remarks.
And, don't you ever listen to all those district announcements about locking your room?!!!! Geez. Well, glad it wasn't your wallet. But now we'll get e-mailed memos about locking doors again, and it'll be your fault.

A Paperback Writer said...

Y'know, I figured something was seriously wrong when I posted photos of both the 20-year-old I went on the "date" with and the professor I think is atractive and got zero comments from you. And now I have food pics up and still nothing....
Ah well. at least I know why now...

Max said...

Yeah, I listen to those district announcements about locking your room, but I always thought summer was safe. At Brockbank it was. But like Harris pointed out, Granite High is right in the middle of things, we have people walking through the building all the time, and since we have 4 different buildings with the custodians walking in and out of them all the time, it's not very practical to lock the outside doors. What a pain in the butt, 14 years of teaching and until this year I've never had anything of concequence stolen.
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Or, since MASH, All in the Family and the Jeffersons aren't on prime-time anymore, I could have settled for reruns of The Three Stooges, The Little Rascals, Herman Munster and the Adams Family (all made before the human race discovered color).
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Well, thanks for the concern, and you know damn well I wouldn't have let a picture of the 20 year old and the professor go by without comment, but it'll have to be later this evening - I have to do payroll and get it down to Free Wheeler. I'm already a day late because the owner couldn't call me with the information.

A Paperback Writer said...

I left you comments to your comments now that you have fulfilled your duty to make fun of my social life (or, more appropriately, lack thereof). I feel some much more complete. I did noticed you left the professor unscathed, though.
Oh, and now I know why the redhead looks so familiar... snicker.