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Getting Through Self-Isolation Without Internet
That means no cable, either.
Apparently, we’re doomed to go without internet for a couple of weeks (or more) every spring when the thaw starts to melt. The company says they’ll fix it, but it’s been over a year so I’m not holding my breath. Last year, our internet went out and it turned out to be a breath of fresh air; we felt better, we talked more (how depressing that we didn’t notice this before), I read more, we re-discovered old loves like Clone High and Futurama.
If I needed to use the internet and my data was running low, I could zip off to a friend’s house or out to Starbucks to sit in a cliche manner, typing away while I sip my outrageously expensive beverage.
During a pandemic where you’re stuck inside and can’t visit friends or relatives or just sit in a cafe, people watching and getting some work done? Yeah, living without the internet kind of fucking sucks. Like, big time. Sending off a project to a client took longer as I had to tether, add links that I saved to my phone to the actual piece, wait for all of the notifications I kept forgetting to mute to clear on my tablet while I checked how much data I was using every 30 seconds. It was a first world 21st century nightmare, but it came with a few perks, just like last time.
