Me too. Except I’m not sure it’s over nothing.

matigo.ca.

Oh, that's right. I guess I should explain why I'm still online … today has been a day of brain farts.

So last night I mentioned the NBN1. was being connected today. As it turns out, our request to be switched to NBN was rejected and we were never told. I even looked up our address and this is what it said - now the waiting game begins. But I'm glad to still be online.

nbn


  1. in ordinary terms this is the process of changing from cable broadband to a hybrid fibre coaxial connection to the internet

very nice. I'm just relaxing for a bit before bed. I'm keen to write tonight so we'll see how that goes.

sumudu.me.

I equally hate that mentality of passing it off to someone else just because you can or 'it's their job'. I reckon if you've exhausted all avenues and you still can't get anywhere, then ask for help. Sure, asking for help off the bat may help you not waste as much time, but you've basically learned nothing.

That is pretty much why I won't call IT until I absolutely have to. The fact that they will deliberately ask all the stupid questions that you've more or less troubleshooted for yourself already. It's frustrating.

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matigo.ca.

That’s very true. Both in the day job and with certain people.

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matigo.ca.

I think I might have to tonight. There’s one major thing plaguing me right now and no matter what conclusion I come to with it all, I can’t stop thinking about it. I keep telling myself I have no room in my life for negative people. I have my family, my close circle of friends and you guys. That’s all I need.

sumudu.me.

I’m able to use my phone as a personal hotspot via Bluetooth. So I can connect to my iPad and my Mac that way if I needed to. Turns out we aren’t NBN ready yet so I still have cable broadband … for now.

hybotics.10centuries.org.

Hope your first day back wasn’t too hectic.

journal.sumudu.me.

And Charlie has taken pride of place on the bed. Nice work Charlie.

hybotics.10centuries.org.

I hate how my brain works sometimes. I get the inspiration to write at completely the wrong times, and when I actually settle down for the night and think I'll get to write stuff, it all seems to escape me. Trouble is, I wish I could just say everything I want to say to this one person and that's it, I'm done.