I am not a Network Administrator
Nor do I play one on TV.
I do not know the difference (nor do I care to learn the difference) between a router, switch, d-link, linksys, netgear, silicon dust or whatever other plastic boxes with blinking little lights are sitting next to me.
I do not know what is in that scary cabinet full of wires (nor do I care to ask).
I do not know what should get plugged into what (nor do I care to learn).
When the network breaks, the network administrator fixes it.
Problem is he moved to Seattle.
Problem for me is that a friggin’ ginormous storm hit us Wednesday night/Thursday morning (seriously one of the worst since we moved here 4 years ago) and decided to nuke all sorts of stuff.
We thought it was just the cable and Time Warner finally decided to send someone to our house this morning (yes, on Saturday… no internet for my internet business since Thursday morning). Cable man fixed his stuff but it still doesn’t work.
I can’t really call Sean easily since we have Vonage and if you don’t have internet, well, you don’t have phone either.
Can’t really call on a cell phone either because we live at the bottom of a huge hill and are covered with trees and the server room (yes, the house has a server room) is in the basement.
I finally got my laptop to work by plugging it straight into the cable modem. So if I want to send an email, I can walk down 2 flights of stairs with painful arthritic knees to my laptop or hen-peck out an email on my phone but ONLY if I’m standing next to a window on the top floor because then I might get 1 bar of Edge (no 3G… don’t even think about it). We ended up in an IM conversation trying to get it working.
I sound whiney. I need more chocolate. I’m supposed to be working on binding-o-rama. I have 2700 inches of binding to do.
I need a network administrator.
(If you’re waiting for me to respond to something, hang in there. Things are obviously not functioning normally at the moment!)