March 28th, 2008

Why Does Nobody Have Any Patience?

What do you do when the wireless internet stops working? Call Sympatico, spend "a half hour" on the phone resetting the modem and not making any progress? Closely followed by me coming downstairs and fixing the problem in all of five minutes? In Dad's case, yes. Feh. I had nowhere near intended to be up so early, but it's a sort of funny thing, waking up enough to wonder "Did I get a reply to that email yet?", and not being able to find your SSID in the list anywhere. There are those other two unsecured connections, but had I not gone downstairs, Dad might've done much worse.

The reason for all this? I changed the security on the wireless connection from WEP to WPA-PSK yesterday. Naomi literally took her laptop to Staples to get fixed because of it (what are they going to do?), and then I stomp downstairs a couple minutes ago to find Dad at his, phone in hand with some lady that was trying to help him fix the problem. The first thing he said to me when I told him "Move. I'll fix it", was "Here, you talk to her." Absolutely no need, and I hope she heard me / knew what I meant when I told him to tell her I'd changed the security on the wireless connection. His way of saying it was that I had "switched some numbers around" :x

Once it was working again, I explained that I was planning on switching his next time I saw him, then came back up here without so much as another word.

Dear Dad: the modem is rarely (if ever) at fault for the problems with the wireless internet. I used to reset it from time to time whenever Adam was getting really annoying, but now that's just saved for rare occasions. Any other time, I usually have something to do with the problem, or I know what to do to fix it. I just don't appreciate being woken up while I'm sleeping to fix it. I realize that if I weren't messing around with the settings in the first place, there wouldn't be a problem at all, but that's about it. Fine. I shouldn't, and if I do, I should let them know "If you have problems, come to me first", but usually they do anyways :s

I'm trying to go back to bed though. Mom and I have somewhere to go later this afternoon, so I'd like to sleep a bit more before that.
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A Third One?

There was yet another envelope from FedEx on the kitchen counter for me. This time, they've returned the proper copy of the money order, explaining that they need an invoice number with it too ;_; Mom's dropping Dad off at work right now though, and I have the stuff ready to go. Just need an envelope and a stamp.

Because I can't think of anything else to write first though... Collapse )

I might actually go to Tim Hortons tonight. Although I seem to be making a habit of that lately. If I walk home from work, I'll stop by 7-11. When I have a night off, I'll go out and get something to eat. The latter's fine, I guess, but I really should try to keep the 7-11 thing down to once or twice a week, at most. Mainly because we just got paid, right? I withdrew $60 from my account yesterday night, planning to use $10 to get my hair cut (we're going on April 1st), and to give the rest to Mom for gas money. But then I learned that Dad paid for our income taxes or something to be done, so I, at least, owe him ~$76. I still have enough in my account, per se, but it's not helping towards saving more :s

Anyways though, I think that'll be it for now, because I want to play Avernum 5 for a bit. And maybe I'll write more of my reply to that email after~

Nice to Have Remembered Now

I said in my previous entry that I had to give Dad some money since he paid for our income taxes to be done. That's fine. The papers and stuff actually got taken in today (sort of last-minute), so I figured everything was taken care of except for paying Dad back. Sort of, I guess.

After some digging around in a box of important papers I have under my bed, I found the two receipts from those donations I made to Heart and Stroke. One for $160, the other for $1,000 :s So of course, Mom just got back from picking Dad up, and I showed them to her. What does she say? "Well, hang on to them, because you can use them next year, and they're good for up to five years after they're made". You said the same thing a year ago, except without the last bit.

Anyways, they've gone off to take Becky home now, and when they get back, I'm going to Tim Hortons. I could go now, but I'd at least like someone to know where I'm going. And then after that, I'm probably going to head upstairs for the rest of the night, because I can just as easily do what I've been doing down here all afternoon up there, and that aforementioned box of papers needs to be cleaned out anyways (I have copies of money orders in there for stuff I've long since recieved - even the one for the first tail I got from SPark, I think :s)