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» frustration I'm at home. It's good to have Internet access from home again. Yesterday was miserable. It started with Iris getting angry at me first thing in the morning (on a Monday). She came to me and told me that since she had gotten in at 8:00AM, she was going to leave work at 4:00PM. I had to switch from friend-mode to boss-mode and tell her that this was fine with me, but that she couldn't expect to do this regularly. This pissed her off and we argued a bit. She then proceeded to not talk to me all day, which she has never done before. Everyone else at the office seemed to be having a worse day than me, so I couldn't go and talk about it with a fellow employee. The day dragged on. I went home and got a flat tire on my bicycle which manifested itself while I was on the train. The bike shop closes at 7:00PM, just a few minutes before the train pulls into Berkeley. I knew that I'd be walking to the train the next day. I got home and my brand new Mac proceeded to disregard my brand new cable modem connection. I felt sick, trying to navigate an unfamiliar OS to locate some sort of manual settings for Network, which Mac doesn't have. From 9:30PM to 10:30PM I held on the line to AT&T's tech support to ask if the server was still up. At 10:30PM I hung up, disgusted. Today, things are going much better. What's interesting to me is that yesterday I was ready to pack it all in and move on to a new town, new life. I didn't care if Iris never talked to me again. I wanted to give up the new Mac and all of my expensive possesions which just seem to cause me anxiety. but somewhere at the back of my mind was the knowledge, gained over the years, that if I just sucked it up and waited until tomorrow, everything would work out, and that this day of frustration would help me see more clearly what was important to me in life. It did. I have. A little bite at least.
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