I woke up at 9 o’clock this morning.

Not because I wanted to, not because I needed to, but because someone called me.

It’s Saturday morning. If you knew me, you’d know I have really hard and long days during the work week, and prefer to sleep on Saturdays till, at least, two o’clock in the afternoon.

But no, it wasn’t because they had something urgent to tell me. Nothing is that urgent that it would wake me up 5 hours before I need to.

It was the usual broken PC thing. They had disconnected it and moved it into another room, but were unable to put it back together again. C’mon, how hard can it be to plug things back into where they were before? It’s not like all ports look the same and everything fits together. It’s not like you can mix up the monitor port and the USB…

And then they wanted me to do something completely new and surprising – send an e-mail from their behalf. I’m not kidding. They actually wanted me to send someone an e-mail from their behalf…
What the hell happened to phones?

Couldn’t they just call them if it was so urgent?

It’s not like most people read their e-mail on Saturdays, anyway. I know I don’t.

And then, after 10 minutes of the sleepiest tech support ever I thought this was it. The call ended, and I thought it was over so I could go back to sleep.

5 minutes later I got another call… The same people asking me to send another e-mail.
For f**ks sake. Couldn’t they have just told me the contents of both e-mails at once…
And, to make matters worse, I actually had to look the e-mail address up.

What the hell?

After all that headache, I couldn’t sleep any longer, so I decided to treat myself to a new router. I went to a really nice and new shopping centre in the city centre and bought myself a new router – an Airport Extreme. And I went to a Latvian restaurant and had, what probably was, the best thing I’ve ever eaten…
Then I headed home to set up my new network. And then I satisfied my OCD by cleaning my whole office, including every single key on every single keyboard.