Yesterday I woke up to no internet. Clearly this was a crisis, because I somehow felt like I needed to deal with it before I was totally awake. I took the following steps:
1. Stared at phone. Checked settings. Looked for the right network; doubted myself on whether I was remembering what I named the network correctly.
2. Turned the phone all the way off, then back on. Which didn’t help, but was probably a good idea anyway.
3. Turned on computer, to check if it was a phone issue. Not a phone issue.
4. Turned wi-fi off on computer, then back on. Which also didn’t help.
5. Wandered into the living room to find the internet box. Had to move the sofa to get at it, because the apartment was designed for landline telephones (a phone jack in every room!) and not cable cords.
6. All the correct lights were lit up, and there’s only one button on the box, so I pushed it. Nothing happened, so I held it down, and then it started blinking. Began to worry that I wasn’t supposed to push it.
7. Still no internet, so I unplugged the box, and then plugged it back in. (Reassuringly, the blinking stopped.)
8. Success! Internet returned, and I wandered back to doing the usual morning stuff.
9. Only to walk back into the living room later and be completely baffled by the fact that the sofa was in the wrong spot.
Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.