I have a pretty decent sized IT department for one household containing three people, one Pomeranian, four (possibly five) fish and a tank full of corals.. oh yeah and one grandma next door. I'm admitting to the following because there's no one to stop me from total social disaster *EEE GADS* My network currently contains four computers. One beefed up desktop and three laptops. Sadly though, I still have possession of a six year old Trojan Toshiba Satellite... that works if one does not mind that I hooked it to an old monitor to see and found a late night deal on a portable optical drive if I need to access it. It's the Frankencomputer, not used at the moment... as I'm juggling other technical maneuvers. That Toshiba doesn't hold a candle to the Dell Dimension Desktop my husband is clinging to because of an old version of Quickbooks that the closet control freak can't let go of... for some time he used not being able to print to the HP printer from his laptop as a reason to keep the thing.... but he keeps his mouth shut because between his choice of laptop and that damnable printer sealed the mice type in our marriage. He is no longer allowed to buy anything electronic for our household.
So count it up, four ... five... six. Computers. OK. Learning fast here. The network also contains three shared printers. The bat cave monitors them all and houses the cable and router.. and a network external drive for backup.. and for Apple alone I have a drive that holds all brands of add ons that owning two iPods have to push upon a person.
Network also has to take into account the wii and the 3DS gameboys that get on the net..factor in the blu-ray player and my nook... and of course my very smart phone.
Where does this leave me? I have software busy sorting through pictures and video for duplicates. Tedious. I have Kaspersky Pure checking to see if I can operate more than one computer at a time to understand how to lock down the fort.
Do I have Internet for the rest of the world? No. I used to feel bad about telling people to go to McDonald's.. but not anymore. Let a stranger have your password and they see the keys to my world. They might not steal my porn, but the guy who borrowed the phone for a second just might decide shopping as me might be fun.
I've had the scare of someone being on my network and Time Warner tell me I'm just having Homegroup problems and I get a very nasal snotty Man that I'm grateful to understand, but pissed that I'm paying him to fix the issue, not use my name ten times and tell me to not worry (because obviously I'm an idiot that should be impressed by his prowess of being able to tell me the crap plugged into his router, which a month ago DID allow me to change my own information THANK YOU.
I get going on these techno stories because they simply are too much drama for one person to wrap themselves around. I am not stupid. I am so glad I keep receipts and write things down. It makes many people mad that I don't budge.
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All I want to do is consolidate these components, shop on the Internet, write on my blog, and keep pursuing the idea of compiling all my writing into my own website. For myself.
It takes a bunch of those sandwiches I talk about in my title to realize the more I learn, the angrier I get. Oh and I am not attempting to make it a crappy, it isn't. I would just like for customer service to be popular on the first ring and concern and help funnel its way toward me when I reach for it in such a way that leads to future confidence, less calls.... and you know
OH GOD! can go back to the way I like to scream it.
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