Stop Hitting Refresh


That was me all day yesterday at the office.

The Internet was down.

Granted, I could access email on my phone. But I couldn’t use that to access the documents I needed to share.

It was like being back in the 1990s.

Although in the 90s we would just have printed and faxed the document.

Or mailed it.

Dark. Ages.

So, about every thirty minutes yesterday I’d pull up the screen and hit refresh thinking…maybe now…but no.

No idea what the problem was, but it was hampering my ability to get things done.

This one was out of my control.

What is in my control is how many times I hit refresh on a regular basis.

I mean, I can delay bedtime for an hour just by hitting refresh to Facebook and Twitter to see if there’s something else that needs my outrage.

Don’t smirk. You know you can do that also.

My challenge is to not do that when I’m trying to write.

Or when I’m trying to avoid writing.

After all, there might be a better post out there and I can get new ideas, right?


More often than not, it’s just the same person playing “OMG” to find out which pandemic they died from in a former life.

Too soon?

See yesterday’s post. Nothing has changed.

Monday was frustrating because I couldn’t work. I mean sure there were some miscellaneous records I could deal with. But the pressing projects were waiting and I just had to let them sit there.

The Internet is great until you don’t have it.

So, if we build systems dependent upon it and it goes away, what happens then?

Is there a contingency plan?

I mean, other than going to Costco and stocking up on water and toilet paper. I mean, come on people.

Sorry to keep circling back around to that, but it’s what everyone is talking about on social media.

Not that social media was easy for me to access yesterday.

The Internet came back around 2:30 yesterday afternoon.

We all breathed a collective sigh of relief into our medical masks.

Just kidding, but you thought about it didn’t you?

I dream of a time when I would not have to be so dependent on the Internet. But there’s that whole needing to breathe thing and I hit refresh one more time.

Just once more.

Okay now.

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