And for what seemed like a very long time but, was in fact, less then ten minutes, life was not looking good. No, it was not. It was looking like it was going to turn out to be a bad day. A very bad day.
Got up, same as usual, and headed to my computer to write and post my blog. It was just much earlier than I get up every other day, because I have to be at the hospital at 8:00 a.m. Tuesday is my volunteer day. Anyway, everything started out fine. Turned it on and got started. Headed straight for my dashboard. A-ok.
Wrote my post. Uploaded my image. Saved my draft. Comme d’habitude. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Well, truth be told, I did get a warning just prior to my starting to write my blog. I should have realized something was amiss. But I paid it no heed. Big mistake on my part.
Someone had left a comment on one of my blog posts overnight. I always respond, so I figured I’d do that first. My first attempt failed. Got some message full of gibberish. So I clicked off and then tried again. Success. I do remember, in passing, pausing for a millisecond to acknowledge this was very odd.
But that was it.
Probably because I was rushing to get to the hospital on time, I didn’t pay enough attention to the occurrence. So I went about my business quickly. Getting my blog written and posted.
As I already mentioned, I saved my final draft. Gave it one quick re-read, to make sure there were no typos or bad grammar or those annoying auto corrects that just drive me OUT of mind!!!!! It was all good.
So I hit ‘publish’.
“What the HELL is that”, I asked out loud. Well, shrieked, really. Muttering several expletives. I’ll spare you the cuss words. You can fill in the blanks, I am sure. (potty mouth goes here). As I stared, bug-eyed, at my computer screen.
Screen went totally white. No sign of my blog post. And a message I have NEVER seen before. EVER.
“Your server is undergoing routine maintenance. If you are posting a comment, or a blog, DO NOT HIT THE BACK BUTTON. Do nothing for five minutes and then hit refresh. Blah, Blah, Blah.”
I sat there stunned. Frozen. Frustrated. Pissed off. Angsting. Okay, I was freaking out. Wouldn’t you?
All right. I know not being able to post a blog doesn’t mean the end of the world is coming. But posting everyday is my ‘thing’. It’s the whole point of this blog. And none of you would know I was having technical difficulties. You’d just all think I missed a day. Played hooky. Buggered off. Fled the country. Shirked my responsibilities. Broke my promise. Let you down. Let myself down. So “yes”, I was freaking out.
More so because I had no time to waste. I had cats to feed. Litter boxes to empty. A shower to take. I had to put on my make up and get dressed. And I had to get to the hospital. And I was rapidly running out of time. Precious time.
Something had to give. It was breakfast. I’d pick something up at the cafeteria. No worries.
Figuring out what was wrong was more important. At least to me.
It was the longest five minutes I’ve ever had to wait. Well, maybe not ever. But you know what I mean, don’t you? I did put the time to good use, though. I prayed. I stopped short of getting down on my knees, but I did pray.
Because I was out of time. There was no way I could try to recreate the blog I’d just written. No time. And frankly, I knew I wouldn’t remember all of it. Which means you have to forget about ‘recreating’ and just start from scratch again. No time and no desire to do that. It was the last thing I wanted to do.
At that point I would have preferred to poke my own eye out. Or go play in traffic. So I prayed. And cursed myself for not saving a copy of the post in ‘my documents’.
By then I was irrational. Why would I have saved a copy in ‘my documents’? I had no way of knowing this might happen. I had no premonition. Other than always approaching technology with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I’m always on the alert for it to let me down. Fail me.
In the end, thankfully, it worked out. I waited a bit longer than five minutes. Think it was eight or nine. Prayed one, last time. Hit ‘refresh’. Held my breath. Closed my eyes. Clenched my teeth. Crossed my legs. Said a Hail Mary.
Success! It published.
Not so fast, Weinstein. Don’t count your chickens, lady. Further investigation proved to be somewhat off-putting. My post was NOT automatically published to my social media, as it always is.
(sigh). (mutter). (groan). (swear).
Publish manually. Again. Again. Again. And again.
(sigh). (mutter). (groan). (swear). More loudly this time.
Check and re-check, almost maniacally, to make sure it posted on WordPress. On Facebook. On Twitter. On LinkedIn. Waiting anxiously for some stats to prove it had worked. Because by then I was uncertain, even though I could see the posts. I told you I was distrustful of technology. I’ll probably never know what it was. What caused it. Whether or not it was a WordPress issue. Whether or not it was a Rogers (my service provider) issue.
My inclination is to believe it was a Rogers issue. There is ALWAYS a Rogers issue. In fact, the other day we had no service whatsoever in my neighbourhood. No phone service. No cable. No internet. No wireless. No nothing. And when I left the house for the hospital, on time amazingly enough, there were three Rogers trucks parked on my street.
God help us! I had no idea what would be waiting for me when I got home.
Do you blame me for distrusting technology? For always being on the alert? For always waiting for the other shoe to drop?
P.S. I HAVE SINCE FOUND OUT IT WAS A WORDPRESS ISSUE. I ALSO LEARNED NOT ALL MY FOLLOWERS RECEIVED E-MAIL NOTIFICATIONS AS USUAL. IF YOU’RE IN THAT GROUP, HOPE YOU CATCH UP TODAY. PRESUMING, OF COURSE, MY POST GETS POSTED. I’M BACK TO PRAYING.