I’d seen the storm coming, through my window and on the weather radar, so my computers were turned off (but not my modem – although it appears to be OK).
I called Bell at 4:30 a.m. Saturday and again at 7:30 a.m. Sunday; a summary of the conversation can be read here. The précis is that BELL has failed miserably as a communication company in not keeping us informed of the situation.
- I can’t fault them for the lightning strike.
- I can fault them for the delay in repairs, and for lack of communication.
What has this done to my business (and my busy-ness)?
Well, for one thing it has made me aware of how often I’ve been popping on to the web for a little light entertainment, a break between tasks. I am now aware of a frisson each time I’ve reached for the mouse thinking “I’ll just check up on the news/weather”, or “I wonder what new postings have been made on Eileen’s Lounge”; “I think I’ll blog that, it won’t take but 5 minutes” all the way to “It really is time I learned the lyrics to the 2nd verse of Neil Diamond’s "Save me a Saturday Night’”.
There was an initial period of withdrawal that lasted about 6 hours.
I have a cell phone (which I rarely use) which has come in handy for picking up voice-mail AND changing my voice-mail greeting: ‘If you know anyone who sells Rogers phone and internet service, please have them call me on my cell-phone”).
It’s 9:30 Monday morning.
Right now I want to phone the editor of a national trade journal and invite him to breakfast, lunch or supper, and I reach for the phone …
Right now I’m wondering how my colleague in Orangeville weathered the weekend …
Right now I should be calling my client in New Jersey to let them know of the progress I made over the weekend …
Right now I should be responding to a small flood of emails that have, no doubt, arrived from the client in the east-end regarding that critical project …
And the 60 hours?
I got a lot of work done on that New Jersey project; head down, thoughts, paper/pencil etc.
I did some superb batches of no-knead bread; sorted out the spare bedroom, and did some gardening.
In short, while I lament loudly that lack of a communication channel, I recognize that I have been driven by the communications channel.
Think you couldn’t survive without it? You can, for short periods.
Unplug your internet and phone connections for one hour. It’s as if you’ve been out for coffee for one hour.
Next day try 2 hours. Go on! No-one will know.
Try unplugging at 6 p.m. Friday, and see just how long you can go. If you can make it to 9 a.m. Monday, like me, you’ll have proved that you are your business, regardless of the medium.
(1) I have arranged a meeting downtown at The Jersey Giant. My first instinct is to jump on the web and find out exactly where they are; “St Lawrence Market” isn’t good enough for me. I want my internet!
(2) Perversely, now that I don’t have access to fre elocal calls (I get charged for my cell phone), I want to Hit the Phones. I want to get in touch with him, and her. No Time Like The Present!
(3) I’ve become a dab hand at Spider Solitaire.