I wore this shirt sarcastically a few days ago, when I wasn’t grumpy. Today, I was grumpy, so I wore it sorta seriously. Note that I typed WAS grumpy. I allowed the computer/website/ Facebook issues to let me commit small tirades for a day. (I’m letting the SWWTRN silent text alert just be what it is.) Enough is enough. The glitches have now been figured out. Not fixed yet, but figured out.
Before I explain what we found out about our technology problem, I have to say this about being grumpy: It’s almost impossible to be grumpy when you’re concentrating on others– especially when you’re helping others. Tie o’ the Day reminds me that I think grumpiness results when we think we– and the difficulties we’re going through– are the center of all universes. Believe me, it is not all about you. Or me. It’s good to vent, but it’s not good to wallow. Wallowing creates stagnation, and stagnation creates rot. When you’re ticked off or frustrated, feel your feelings for a while, then go assist somebody with something they need. You’ll cheer up. And you’ll be a better person.
Regarding the photo non-upload issue, Suzanne worked mightily. Suzanne worked for hours. Suzanne fixed many things. Suzanne ran virus protection. Suzanne got rid of a billion spam-y emails I never opened. Suzanne won.
What Suzanne did not do is fix the issue I was having. But she couldn’t, because the issue was our WiFi. At some point during Suzanne’s troubleshooting of the problem, I– and my explosions of grump– decided it would be a good idea to get out of the house. Nothing else was fixing the problem, I decided to indulge my new theory that the problem might have something to do with our prehistoric WiFi. I wish we’d thought of it sooner.
Anyhoo… I tested the theory by putting on my Grumpy shirt and heading down the road to Starbucks, where I could try to accomplish my www goals on their WiFi. Voila! Everything worked niftily. We’ll be upgrading our internet service ASAP. Simple as that. (Famous last words, eh?)
I felt like I should at least buy a cup o’ coffee at Starbucks, since I was using their WiFi. It just seemed polite. But I don’t drink coffee. And when I drove back home, I realized I would have to change clothes because I reeked of coffee, and the smell would stick to me the entire day. I was okay in Starbucks, but… It’s not because I hate the smell of coffee. Actually, the smell of coffee reminds me of Dad. But sometimes I just can’t handle thinking of that sweet man for longer than a few minutes. 🤗 💜