the RAGE

OMG. I just spent nearly two hours trying once again to get our wireless network working. Our imac that we bought last summer has never stayed connected to the internet correctly whether connected wirelessly or straight through an ethernet cable. We bought airport expresses thinking that setting up a mac-based wireless network would solve the issue and hoping to stream our itunes music to other areas of the apartment. They freaking suck. And I wish I could return them. I've probably spent a good 30-40 hours of my life trying to get them to work. And each effort ends in the same furious, childlike-tantrum featuring me muttering curses under my breath and teetering on the edge of a panic attack. There is nothing more frustrating to me than waiting on thousand dollar equipment that I'm supposed to LOVE to freaking recognize a wireless signal from an equally lovable and cute wireless router. I want to scream. Sometimes I do.

I told David to call RCN (cable/internet provider) tomorrow and ask for a new router, becuase I know that that's one of the helpful troubleshooting tips Apple will tell me to check when I call applecare--AGAIN.

And AGAIN, I'll try to calmly explain to someone who is reading prompts on their screen guided by choose-your-own-adventure software that MY FIVE YEAR OLD PUBLIC SCHOOL ISSUED HEWLETT-FREAKING-PACKARD LAPTOP can stay connected to our wireless network, but our oh-so-pretty-HI-I'M-A-FREAKIN-MAC imac can't. And they'll ask me "Is your computer plugged in correctly?" and "Have you tried resetting your cable modem?" and "Have you tried a different browser?"

the RAGE that churns in my belly!