TWTW August 22nd through the 28th: My Internet Breaking leads to Jobu have a Terrible, Horrible, No Good Day
|Jobu moments before the terrible horrible no good day|
This all began the Friday of last week. So it partially takes place in last weeks TWTW. I woke up the previous Friday and my internet was out. I didn't spend a lot of time working on it because I had to run off to work. I thought the problem might work itself out as it had many times before.
When I got home my networking and tv(which are connected) still weren't working. I tried all the tricks. Rebooting the computers. Rebooting the routers. I even reset the routers to factory defaults. I finally decided to call support. I called three times and every single time my call eventually got disconnected. So I used my phone as an access point and got online to try that help system. There I was finally able to contact somebody to confirm there was a problem and that a technician had to come out. The earliest they could come out was Wednesday morning.
I didn't realize how important internet access at home was until it disappeared. I would be sitting watching something on over the air tv or on a saved file and think "I wonder what else this actor was in. I'll just look it up onlin." oh wait no I won't. I am totally addicted to the internet. I access the internet about once every five minutes. I used my phone as an access point and to play music during the days the internet was down. Most months I use slightly more than a gig of data. In the three days I used my phone I used almost 4 gigs of data.
Wednesday morning came and I waited for the technician to come. I had the balcony door open so Jobu could enjoy himself before the technician came. The repairman called me about 15 minutes before he would show up. Jobu was running around and I told him that someone was coming and he needed to hide under the bed. He ignored me. When the repairman showed up he decided to run out on the balcony and hide among the plants. That wouldn't be a problem except inclement weather was on the way. In fact it was already sprinkling.
The repairman left to go check out the connection outside and Jobu came back inside. I warned him that he needed to hide under the bed since rain was coming. At this point I admit my own failing in not closing the balcony door.
The repairman came back. Of course Jobu ran back out onto the balcony. The repairman did his thing tracking down bad lines when it started to rain. Jobu came to the balcony door and cocked his head listening. "Is he still here?" Yep. I urged Jobu to come in but he ignored me. Jobu decided to huddle be the corner of the balcony next to the building where the rain wasn't hitting.I begged him some more to come inside but he pretended not to understand english.
I got distracted talking to the repairman for a few minutes. When I turned back to the balcony I was stunned. A torrential monsoon downpour had come. Rain in solid sheets was flying into my balcony. I rushed to the open balcony door and leaned out while being pelted by giant rain drops. I beheld one of the most pitiable sights I have ever seen. Jobu sat being soaked by the pouring rain. On his face was fixed the most abject look of misery I had ever seen on a living creature. I kind of wish I had taken a picture but then I would have only been celebrating his misery. Now the misery was the result of his own stupidity, but I still knew as his daddy I had to save him. I ran inside to grab an umbrella. I didn't know what I was going to do with the umbrella. I had thoughts of running out there and using he umbrella to shield him or perhaps I was just going to grab him and drag him inside. At this point the gutter, which was right above Jobu, overflew and water poured down on top of him. He sprinted inside and found a corner and cowered inside.
I could barely reach him and he was sopping wet. I grabbed some towels but couldn't get to him to dry him off. Finally after the repairman left, Jobu came out and I was able to dry him off.
|After I dried him off to prove he survived|
I was worried that he might have long lasting traumatic psychological damage, but when I came home from work later in the day he seemed to have completely forgotten his ordeal .