Suprised? Can't say I am...

Yesterday whilst I was at college, the Internet at the office stopped working. Like that's a big deal, you just reconnect it, right? No, you know nothing about computers...the only guy who does is on his day release ((lucky me))...and you took out a maintenance contract with a firm of monkeys - monkeys that ride bikes. Cute.

So zip forward to this morning. I was late into work having had an opticians appointment here in Tavistock. Sat down in my office and got to work, had my attention drawn to a fax from two weeks ago sent to one of the partners that I now had to deal with. Typical but at least it didn't take up much of my time. Then the bombshell. I was told the Internet wasn't working and that doom and gloom had settled upon the office and it's workers. A tad cross I responded "...but you now have a contract with a group of 'experts' who should be dealing with this" only to be told that they had indeed called in the experts to no avail. So now it all fell onto my shoulders.

Now for the weak of heart, I'd suggest looking no further because the horrifying complicated and technical nature of the following description could very well be the death of you. You have been warned...

I had to log into the router configuration and reconnect the broadband connection.

Dude, that is, like, so totally deep man. Bah! Seriously, this is doing my head in. We've got more problems at the office since they took on this contract than we had before. Perhaps my title should be changed from "Architectural Assistant", which coincidently means an Architect on 1/5th salary, to something more fitting like "Full Time Baby Sitter". I know I shouldn't let all this get to me but it does. I'm now looking forward to a quiet weekend and on that note, I'm off to sleep...