Friday's doings—Aside from what happened during the day, I came home to find that my DSL connection, down overnight Thursday for maintenance, had not been restored to working order. This prompted a lengthy call that started with level 1 support and finally made it to level 2. This did not result in the connection actually starting to work.
On Saturday, when I disconnected the Ethernet cable I broke a tiny piece of plastic off the port. Although this doesn't seem to affect its ability to grip the cable or its functionality, still . . . it irks me.
Later, "Victor" called to tell me my connection should be working, and Sunday morning after I reset everything, it did indeed work, albeit not at as fast a speed as I would expect, and the ACT light is out. By the way, when I say "later," I mean, "later." "Victor" called me at 11:00 p.m. my time on Saturday. In my stupor I picked up the phone halfway through his voicemail and inadvertently hung up on him. I was tired. The next morning I found it amusing that "Victor," halfway around the world, had no concept of my local time, or that PMS had driven me to a level of crankiness that demanded the immediacy of a late-night update.
When it rains, it pours.