Ready To Strangle
My week has been made a lot less enjoyable by one simple fact:
I can't send out an email from my home office.
Sound like fun?
It started on Monday.
I gathered the 15 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
It continued on Tuesday. Time Warner was consulted and you all know how helpful they are.
"You should be set," I was told.
Didn't work.
I gathered the 18 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
We tried some fixes.
"I fixed it!" Kathy said on Wednesday.
I wrote a whole bunch of reports.
It didn't work.
I gathered the 22 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
By Thursday there were no more problems.
"You have to log on a different way, but no problems."
I wrote my reports, happy that there were no more trips to Kinko's.
It didn't work.
I gathered the 17 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
It's now Friday morning.
I'm heading to work, knowing that it'll be just fine by the time I get home.
Seriously.
I'm ready to strangle something.
Isn't life fun?
I can't send out an email from my home office.
Sound like fun?
It started on Monday.
I gathered the 15 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
It continued on Tuesday. Time Warner was consulted and you all know how helpful they are.
"You should be set," I was told.
Didn't work.
I gathered the 18 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
We tried some fixes.
"I fixed it!" Kathy said on Wednesday.
I wrote a whole bunch of reports.
It didn't work.
I gathered the 22 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
By Thursday there were no more problems.
"You have to log on a different way, but no problems."
I wrote my reports, happy that there were no more trips to Kinko's.
It didn't work.
I gathered the 17 emails I needed to send, loaded them on a flash drive, went to Kinko's and sent them.
It's now Friday morning.
I'm heading to work, knowing that it'll be just fine by the time I get home.
Seriously.
I'm ready to strangle something.
Isn't life fun?
Comments