Thank Christ there's only one Monday per week. If there was more than one, I dont know if I'd survive.
My Monday-itis isn't helped by the fact that I've been awake since 4.55am, and have had to spend the past 3.5 hours on a train. That, in itself, is enough to have me mildly annoyed. But today, I'm pissed off with reality, and I want to give Life a stern talking to. Give "real life" a good arse kicking. I want to let the world know that I'm not impressed. Beyond any reasonable reaction to an early morning train journey.
Let me rewind a little, and fill you in on why i'm in such a shit of a mood.
On Friday night, it took me all of 10 seconds to spot Beloved in the crowd. My eyes seemed to find him amongst the flock of sombre, suited gentleman. I saw him looking at all the other train passengers, scanning the departing crowd for me. I didn't realise how much I had missed him until I felt the weight of it lift off my shoulders. I saw him through the mass of other travellers. I'm not shitting you, but it felt like he was the only one there.
"Missed you so much!"
Instant smile. Grin for hours.
Despite the fact that I live in London, I felt like I was coming home after a lifetime spent in isolation. Home is where he is.
Then, flick to this morning.
5.55am. Standing on a train, watching him walk away. I had to grip the guard rails. I had to clench my teeth and close my eyes. My brain was telling me to just relax, but my heart was telling me to jump up and chase him. Of all the heart-wrenching tasks in my life, saying goodbye to him gets harder each time I have to do it.
It's like I am attached to him with some kind of invisible rubber band. When the rubber band stretches, it pulls at my heart. If the distance gets too far, it starts to hurt. If that distance is kept, I start to break down, piece by piece.
Now put that heartbreak onto a train going in the wrong direction, standing room only, squashed in with business men reading the Financial Times, and fat managers taking two seats up with their important briefcases full of important things. Then maybe, you'll understand why I think monday sucks.
I want a refund.
Ouch.
Setting up DHCP and NAT on windows sounds like a bit of a nightmare!!! I'm so thankful that I'm doing everything with Linux... at least I have a bit of a clue!!!
Hope thigns are working now!
Jac.
an update
I just spent 4 hours trying to fix a problem on my end that was at the other end.
Grrrrrrrrrr Telstra.
Now I have to wait another 8 hours until they fix their end so that I can make sure my end is back to the way things work.
Maybe I should take something from this ie. the big company philosophy - The problem is always at the other end.
I think I can agree with the eeeeeevil monday syndrome.
I spent the first day of my week working on a 2000 server. I know nothing about 2000 servers. I had to migrate 10ish XP home / 98 computers to XP Pro. And then get them talking to the server. Of course talking to the server blows away the local accounts. GRrrr. Then I need to get the rest of the world talking to a box that has a dynamic IP address, and uses a dodgy telstra adsl modem which isn't meant to support NAT. Not to mention porting a PWS website to IIS.
Lets just say I went home at 11pm, and it wasn't working.
Uni was so the good life.