Some parts of my day feel flexible and other parts feel squished for time. My coming home routine often lines up just right and set me up for success- today was not one of those days.
It’s Tuesday, so I was thinking about slicing on the way home, planning to write about our opinion writing start. Check.
I got home and scooted upstairs to grab the reusable containers the lovely delivery people I often order dinner from could get back from me when they deliver tonight’s eggplant parmigiana. Check
Dinner is usually delivered between 4:15 and 4:30- it was just after 4:20, so I went downstairs to wait. Check.
I waited and waited and waited.
When J showed up at 4:45 I was still fine- it was nice outside and I would still have time for a quick shower before my online writing group at 5. Check.
Then the apartment manager approached me as I hurried to the elevator to let me know the new router he had ordered was in. “You just need to plug it in. I set it up already,” he said. Check.
I took the elevator up to my floor and a minute later there was a knock on the door- one of the security guards handed me. the new router. Check.
And here is where I went wrong. I tried to squeeze in that one more thing…
I unplugged the old router and plugged in the new router. Nothing…no wifi.
I am not a quitter- I turned over the wifi- saw a user name and password, so I tethered my phone to the computer andentered and entered them. Nothing. Worse, it said “That network does not exist.”
I tried a few more things- also to no avail. Then I messaged the manager and shared the screenshots. I kept fiddling about, noticed he had no read my messages, then decided it was time to catch him before he went home for the night. I let the phone ring just a 1/2 ring- just enough to have hime check his phone/
That worked- he messaged me back that he would be here soon.
“I thought I set it all up. Let me check,” he said, unplugging the router.
I told him what I had tried.
“Oh, right- I changed the user name so it is not the one on the router- it is the same as your last router’s- your apartment number.”
Umm, I thought to myself- how was I supposed to know that?!
Because the network name was the same I had to figure out how to get my computer to forget that to enter the new password. Happlily I could Google that on my phone and after a few false starts (he wasn’t sure exactly where he had put spaces, etc.) we were off and the wifi worked.
By now it was 5:20 and all my frustration was with myself. Why had I either not tried to set up new wifi until after my writing time or plugged the old router in when i could not quickly sort things? It seems like a metaphor for me in so many wasy- sometimes I get so “stuck” on the path that I am on that I do not easily see other possibilities. So, tonight I am reminding myself to breathe and look for other ways. I took a quick shower and joined more than 30 minutes late- late is NOt my favorite thing. Sigh. It’s all good.