Just as I was wondering what fascinating topic to address today, I noticed that my internet connection keeps dropping. I am trying to load a video to YouTube (which if I manage it, I will share with you tomorrow!) and the blasted connection keeps dropping. Now there are several ways I could react to this little irritation:
1. The Basil Fawlty school of response – fly into a rage and start hitting my broadband router with the nearest blunt object.
2. Get progressively more irritated as the day wears on, try to find someone to complain to, change all settings and finally finish messing with it at 11pm, having not achieved a thing.
3. Exercise my patience. It’s a background task, and although it’s irritating, it’s not the worst thing to have happened to me. Every time the connection drops I am reminded to breathe, and smile, and press the ‘retry’ button. C’est la vie, n’est ce pas?
4. Actively use some really random metaphysical and woo woo techniques to see if they work on it! For example, I see love flowing through every fibre of my router’s being, i see the connection being strong and continuous for at least 15 minutes.
So far, we’ve had 4 disconnects in a matter of 20 minutes. I can’t tell you if I will stay with response number 4 or if I will descend into Basil Fawlty-esque rage…but if the video is not here tomorrow, you will be able to guess!
Love
Donna.x
PS Just as I pressed the button to publish this blog post, the connection dropped…I went outside, took some very deep breaths, and picked up a stout branch, ready for Basil-esque rage to take over!
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2 responses to “The Basil Fawlty School of Response”
Lol – I like it. There ought to be some ineractive game with door slamming, plate breaking and screaming. Perhaps on the wii? oh, I’d love that!
Ah, I was never really that cross. Just mildly irritated. The good thing was that when it finally posted (4 hours later!) I celebrated like I’d won a million!
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At times like this when the frustration factor is well past the stratosphere, I have a favorite “anger fantasy” which may help you out if you want to give it a try:
I picture a large concrete wall about 10 feet or more in front of me. Behind me is a huge table loaded down with wonderfully breakable objects (plates, ugly porcelain little statues, etc). I stand there and hurl objects at the wall as long as I want to, till I finally start laughing at the silliness of it!
I confess to being a “door-slammer” when I’m really, really angry… so if the throwing-plates-at-the-wall bit doesn’t work quite well or fast enough to suit me, I imagine a large, heavy, thick wooden door in the wall, that swings easily on its hinges. I can slam the living hell out of that door till I’m feeling much better. Since I’m doing it all mentally my home stays intact and my children don’t run screaming that “Mum’s gone mad!”
Hope the problem is resolved in no time at all, and you’re having a wonderfully easy day by the time you read this!
Hugs!!