Losing your internet is like that ad with the dude who had to wear knee pads, protective goggles, ear muffs and kneel

Non Ozzers and indeed ozzers who were ABC only like The Wife who grew up in a town with no commerical TV will not have a frame of reference. So let me spell it out for you.

Years ago, back in the early to mid 80s, there was this pedestrian safety ad about reminding drivers to watch out for kids near the road. The ad featured a dude in his 40's being forced to don ear muffs, goggles, knee pads, kneel, then shuffle across a pedestrian crossing. I think the inference was that kids are shorter and less perceptive so watch out. Basically the dude lost sensory input and had to shuffle where before he could run.

I have just spent the last four hours talking with delightful people from the sub continent our IT goes to about my connection. It keeps dropping out. As mentioned I had to move furniture. As a man who best resembles a squashed Michael Moore, physical acts I do not like.

I had no internet basically for three hours and I was climbing the wall man. I think it wasn't so much the time, just the knowledge I couldn't access it when I wanted too. It seems to be working now - but I have to leave my modem on for three days while the lads test it with the test gimmickery. So cross fingers it will all be sorted.

I'm largely over the failed job thing - mainly because I crammed my fat gob with six rounds of jammy toast and am currently experiencing a gluten sugar high. I'm sure I will feel crap tomorrow. Even more crap when I email the contact to find out why this time I failed. I'm sure they're just going to give the universal 'not the right fit' or 'better candidates' bull wankery that such things entail. The HR equivalent of 'it's not you it's me'. But hey that's why they get paid the bucks to exclude me all the time.

Maybe it's a No Homers club and I in this case am the extra Homer? That could well be it.

Anyway, intermittent contact from me I suspect in the folllowing days as my internet access trembles and splutters along.

Wish me luck in my internet fixing endevours. By the way I have learned my lesson. The heavy as all fucking fuck bookshelf is now partially moved along allowing me to reach the fucking wall plug if I have to go in again.