I have spent a fairly good chunk of my life waiting. Waiting for the school bus. Waiting for the weekend. Waiting in buffet lines. Waiting for the bathroom. This last month I spent all my energy waiting for my laptop to come back from Allied Technologies. First, the fan needed to be replaced. Then the hard drive. Then the fan replacement. Then the replacement of the fan replacement.
My computer is finally back home. However, while my Toshiba was getting surgery, I realized something about myself. I am finally tired of waiting. At 48, shouldn’t I have already arrived somewhere? Yes, I’ve caught the school bus an estimated total of 5300 times. I’ve lived through 374 weekends. And I’ve been through way too many buffet lines. I’ve gained enough weight over the years that I could assemble my own Sumo wrestler with the bits I’d lost off my butt alone . . . And let’s not even get on the subject of bathrooms . . .
This week, however, when it came to waiting for my computer, I was utterly lost. What did I do before I had a laptop? I couldn’t remember. If my life last month was anything to go by, apparently I slept alot, ate alot, or stared into space when I wasn’t feverishly doing puzzles to corral my ricocheting brain synapses. Synapsis? Synapseses? Synapsi? See what happens when I’m away from a spell-checker for a month? Me – the student who never got a word wrong on a spelling test. It’s as if my memory left with the Toshiba.
I’m afraid I didn’t wait at all well for my computer to be fixed. Allied Technologies can attest to that. ‘Is the part in?’ I would call and ask them. ‘Has Toshiba sent it yet?’ ‘Are you sure it was the fan?’ ‘What time do you close?’ ‘Are you still alive?’ ‘I know you’re there – Don’t think I can’t see you!’ . . . And on, and on, and on. I did this even though Compu-man at Allied Technologies told me in a firm voice at the end of each phone conversation, ‘We will call you when it’s ready’.
So what did happen when my computer was finally fixed? I had to call them to ask because they forgot to inform me. Maybe it was a good thing that I failed as a waiter.
So, barring any more computer malfunctions, life is back to normal. Blogging will resume. Emails will resume. Virtual reality will replace the real one. Kind of sad in a way . . . except for the fact that I’m back on track and ready to write.
Here’s to keyboards, Internet, and low-level radiation!
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