Many of you know that I’m one of the volunteers who helps put together DemocracyFest. This year I’m trying to juggle the task of arranging speakers and trainers.
As you might expect, in the 2 weeks before a big event, it gets really, really busy. It’s kinda important to be able to communicate.
Here is the tale of annoyance that is my life at this moment. There’s no rantiliciousness, juicy gossip, or anything really interesting, just another installment of the bizarre reality I seem to live, below the fold.
I have a part time job, which I’m in the process of leaving, in order to free up time to try to actually build the dang house we keep wanting to build.
So right now, in the midst of the most insane portion of the planning/organizing process for The Big Event, I’m not only doing my job, but training my replacement. She’s great, so it only requires a little extra time, and not so much extra time that I won’t be able to make phone calls and send emails. Ok, so far so good. I can deal.
But, alas, extra work was not a sufficiently curvy curveball for life to toss my way.
Last week, my ISP apparently decided it would be a really good time to upgrade their email servers. This meant email outages, lots of them. For hours at a time (something was misconfigured on the servers). On the second day, when I still couldn’t log into the web mail client, I used their nifty real-time messaging customer support dohickey, and eventually connected with an IT tech, to whom I sent a few linux forum posts about the massage their servers were giving, and how to fix the configuration.
Fast forward a few hours: Yay! Email was back. … but it was painfully slow. However, I figured I could deal with slow. And I did.
Until the cat knocked my laptop out of my lap.
It bounced, sideways, in the middle of a disk access. Aaaaargh! So then it sounded like someone was sending morse code, and my spacebar didn’t work anymore, and I couldn’t save files, and some wouldn’t open, and two really small ones that I really needed to open decided to become 43 MB, making them require more memory than my computer thought it had, even though it did have it. Then the g key didn’t work, but it came back. And it somehow decided that it’s now running the Eastern European version of Windows, but still using English as its language, and the time zone is stuck at some location in the Atlantic ocean.
So I had to get a new computer.
I’m part of a small web dev business with a couple of friends, and we have enough business to cover a replacement, so the money didn’t have to come straight out of my pocket, it’s more a matter of it not going in later, which is sort of OK. I could deal.
So, I muddle through a couple of days, trying to install software and get email running on the new computer, trying to retrieve stuff from the broken one. Juggling phone calls, winging it a lot of the time, because I don’t have all the files I need. It’s going OK. I can deal.
I even made my very first ad, using software built into the laptop! It took like 20 minutes, and that included learning how to run the software and export the mp3 – 24 seconds of me talking really fast.
I don’t have a radio voice.
So, I sent the script to a radio station in Manchester, NH, who had their in-house production crew record their own version using a person with a radio voice and some music in the background.
In the mean time, we’d been limping along with this phone whose handset is broken (we used the speaker phone), because we didn’t want to go pay for a new phone that we can’t use off the grid, but we did want an answering machine, so we can stop paying for he answering service. Anyway, my husband chose this weekend to surprise me with a new phone (plus he finally rigged up the thermostat for the experimental refrigerator, so we can have refrigerable groceries again).
It’s awesome! A cordless handset, caller ID, the whole kit & caboodle. With my brand spanking new laptop, a refrigerator, and a “real” phone, I feel like I’ve returned to the 20th century!
Then all of a sudden, yesterday the ISP got weird again. Emails were delayed anywhere from 1 to 28 hours. This, oddly enough, makes it hard to communicate. So I gave up, and switched to a different email address through a different ISP. So, it was OK. I could deal.
Today, the event getting closer, the phone started ringing. A lot.
I was taking calls faster than I could take notes, but it was going well.
Until…
This afternoon, a thunderstorm hit. It was a big storm. The whole house shook from the booms, over and over again. The kids and I started unplugging things, shutting things down, protecting the new refrigerator, the modem, the computer.
My daughter asks, “What will happen if lightning hits?”
I answer, “If we were on the grid, and lightning hit a phone pole or something, a spark could jump through the wires and fry some of the stuff that’s plugged in. In our case, it’s less likely, but if it hit the ground near where the wires run from the solar panels, it could do the same thing. And least likely of all, since our phone line is underground, the phone could be fried, but that would be really, really unlikely.”
Here’s where life decided to be really, really funny:
Minutes after our conversation, lightning struck right next to the house. The flash and boom were something to behold. And then – a great big blue flash … from the phone connector on the wall.
The phone – a hallmark of our return to the 20th century, was dead. Aaaargh! My phone number is on flyers, on the web site, on people’s speed dial and in their rollodexes. I’m expecting phone calls and I have no PHONE!
So I run out to grab the old broken phone from the deck. I plug it in, and call the answering service – in the 3 minutes of phone-less-ness, we had received 2 calls – one from Obama’s NH campaign office, and one from a panelist who needed travel details.
Oy.
I call back using the tinny speaker phone of the old broken phone we thought we were done with. On the second call, I joke about how they may have to contact me through email if the second phone gets fried by another lightning strike.
I hang up, and start to hang the old phone back on the wall.
Guess what?
Lighting strikes again!
A huge spark shoots out of the phone connector again!
The lightning, of course, fried that phone, too!
Once again, I am phoneless. It’s been less than 5 minutes!
I pile the kids in the car and off we go to the store to buy a new new phone.
We make our purchase, another wireless handset model with caller ID. We wend our way home in the wind and rain. We walk in the door, and the first fried phone is shining its little red “I’m Happy!” light. It’s working again!
So on the table next to me right now are 3 phones: the un-dead zombie phone, the dead dead broken phone, and the new replacement phone, which will go into storage as the emergency backup phone.
It’s been a very strange week.
But, hey, I can deal…