On the road still again. Tonight? In a major city that might be the capital of a large North American country. Staying in an upscale hotel, that might be somehow related to a skanky celebu-tard known to appear in night-vision pornography.
You’d think they could get their fucking internet to work…
i called the front desk, after attempting to connect for over an hour with an intermittent wireless connection. Front desk clerk helpfully handed me off to the tech support line for their internet provider. In Bangalore. A wonderfully helpful technician, who quickly realized that i was not an imbecile, suggested i call the front desk and ask for a wireless bridge to get a stronger signal.
Without screaming, i did so, and the front desk clerk helpfully offered to have a bridge sent to my room.
Smiling sweetly as the bellman delivered the bridge – 30 minutes later – i was able to get a box full of random wires and electronic gonads connected properly. And yet was still unable to get a signal that stayed connected for more than 20 seconds at a time.
Inspired by two women of class and restraint (annie and awalkabout) at no time did i scream SUCK MY DISEASE-RIDDLED SCROTAL SACK, YOU WORTHLESS TECHNO-BAGS OF SHIT! Although i thought about it several times. Despite the fact that i have been awake since 3:45 am in order to catch a flight at 6:00 am to get to a meeting by 8:30 am that i don’t really need to attend, i’m trying to do a better job with my anger management than i did yesterday morning.
Instead? i took some of my frustrations out on a wooden coat hanger in the closet. One of those nice ones that can actually be removed from the rod… and i wrenched the metal crossbar from the wood. And being a good little nerd-ette, i have managed to fashion a rather nifty antenna from it.
Weak, but stable signal.
The Hilton in Tysons Corner, Virginia? Not so much.