Internet Withdrawl Pangs


**Just a note about dates and times:  I wrote this blog on Sunday and scheduled it to post on Tuesday… because Sunday is the day that I went to McDonalds to use their free Wi-Fi.  You’ll see in a minute why that is relevant information.  Oh and also, I use the word “crap” a lot in this blog.  It’s a perfectly good substitute for that other expletive.  Sometimes you just need a good expletive even if you’re a Christian.**


We haven’t had steady Internet for weeks and weeks.  We have been running on a ratio of about 10 minutes of connectivity per 2 hours.  And that’s super crappy when you “work from home” like my husband does- like most missionaries I know do.  I actually check emails and send messages from school on most days.  I don’t get signal in my classroom, but I can take my laptop to the library and mooch off of the school office Wi-Fi.


Yesterday we had the repair guys from our crappy Internet service provider come out to the house for the bizzillionth time to “fix” it.  They propped a ladder up on the side of the house and climbed to the roof.  Then they tore a bunch of wires out of an electrical box in the laundry room.  Then they took their ladder out to the street for a looksy at the pole out there.  Then one guy left, leaving his partner in my kitchen sipping a glass of ice water for two hours.


When he came back, he had a new router.  He insisted our router was the issue.  He plugged his new router into our line, and it too failed to catch a signal.  The men pronounced that the problem was something at the street level and “someone” would come out tomorrow to fix it.  Tomorrow is Sunday.  But we don’t dare leave the house now for fear that we will miss the repair guy and have to wait another week for another appointment.  When they left, not only did our Internet not work… neither did our cable T.V.  “Gee, THANKS Tigo!  Now we might actually DIE of boredom as we wait for you.”


They have come out so many times, and each time they tell us it’s the same problem.  “There is a box connecting your house to the street line.  The box gets water in it and shorts out the connection.”  This really makes me want to curse.  We live in a city built in a freaking tropical rainforest!  It’s not even the rainy season yet and our electrical box is already filled with water??  HOW?  I want to scream, “Uses a waterproof box for crying out loud!”  But that would mean that at least these two men would be out of a job, if everyone’s Internet actually WORKED!  Jobs are more important than personal convenience or efficiency.  So we are missing church today to wait for the repair guys.


Later today I will be shlepping my laptop up to McCafe at our favorite American export- that chain fast food place responsible for making “all” Americans FAT… so says the media.  And I will be scheduling a week’s worth of blogs to post on their assigned dates.  So, I am thankful that somewhere in this city there is free Wi-Fi for the desperate and unconnected folks of the 21st Century.  God Bless McDonalds!

About amamiot

My family and I are missionaries in Costa Rica. Before that we lived in Mexico and before that we came from Minnesota. I am a teacher, an artist, a "journaler", a quilter, a cooker, a baker, a hostess, a mom, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. I like reading and watching movies (ehem, and quoting movie lines). I would love to be in a Jane Austin movie but I don't know how to ballroom dance or play Whist.

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