After hearing the news of my fully functional computer, my walk home from work was oddly cheerful. Being about nine in the evening, the world seemed oddly bright. The source of my frustration for several days was now working fine. Everything was grand.
Upon returning home, I find my computer waiting for me on our kitchen table. I whisk it away to the bleak dungeon that is my room, and set it on my desk. I plugged in my first monitor...second monitor...USB, mouse, and finally power cables. With a relieved sigh, I slump into my chair as I casually lean over and push the power button.
When nothing happened, it occured to me that I had forgotten to turn the power on my surge protector back on. "Silly me." I thought, as I leaned over to flip it on. Going through the motions one more time, I slump into my chair, leaning in to turn on that which gives me joy in the evenings. I relish at the touch of the familiar plastic button. My body relaxes at the hum of the fans. All reaching an unbearable feeling of orgasmic joy at the sound of the post...wait...where the hell is the post?
My computer still isn't working...
Over the phone, my grandfather is perplexed. He has no idea why it isn't working. We run through a wild goose chase consisting of bypassing every possible cable of mine, in the hopes of discovering a faulty plug, a frayed wire, anything that could explain the troubles. Nothing worked. Finally, we decided that my grandfather would take the computer in one more time, where we would both work on it when I came over for the day on the weekend.
The day before I was going to come over, I gave my grandfather a call to ask if my computer was working over there once again. To my relief, which is a very relative term at this point, it is not working. Rather than pull our hair out right then and there, we decide to just leave it as it is until that Sunday.
Oh wonderful Sunday, you are such a wonderful day. You are a holy day for worship to some, a day to kick back and relax to others, and to even more, you are a harbinger of despair as people realize that the next day is monday, when we go back in to work, school, or whatever else we have going on.
And yet for me, oh Sunday, you just give me bad news.
[To be continued once again...]
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