Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of tech. Though I’m more of a fan when tech works the way it’s supposed to, and isn’t plagued by glitches, or just plain meanness when it comes to working properly. But today sort of took the cake when it came to tech and me. And of course, it started early.
When I got to work, there’s a small terminal that I use to bring up reports and print them from the prior day’s information that needs to be catalogued. I got to work at 7:30a and the last time the terminal had seemingly done anything was an hour prior. As I went to type in my username and password, I got nothing. Bupkus. Nothing was being printed on the screen from the keyboard. Now with the terminal, it’s basic 1970’s technology in a room of computers that are most definitely from the 21st century. Yes, it’s a dinosaur held over from a bygone era. But it’s necessary, as I’m not permitted access to the more reliable (and newer) computers.
Unlike most computers, where there’s a reset button, or the ubiquitous Ctrl+Alt+Del combination would bring solace, this terminal has only an On/Off switch that can be used. Turn it off, wait a minute and turn it back on. Usually one gets back to the beginning but today was going to be different. Three times I tried, and nothing happened. Sure, there was a green backgrounded ‘CRT’ legend in the middle of the monochromatic screen, but no soap. I informed the proper person that there was an issue, expected to come back later to find it was fixed, and went on my merry way.
By lunchtime, I had a message from my wife telling me that the automated litter box wasn’t working correctly. The power light was blinking red, and it wasn’t running or cleaning the box. I have a security camera set up in the basement to be able to see it at any given time, and checking my phone determined that the rake was stuck in the ‘up’ position near the waste container and wasn’t moving. Texting back to my wife, I asked her if the box was on or off, since I couldn’t see the light from that angle. She said she turned it off, as it didn’t seem to be working, so it was better to not have power running to it. I told her I’d fix it when I got home, rather than having to describe how to fix it herself. She was grateful and on went my day.
By afternoon, it was getting closer to quitting time. I happened to see my old bakery manager at the store, and she motioned me over. Apparently she’d been having issues with her router, and needed technical assistance. Over the years I’ve fixed her computers, and I even recall setting up this particular router when she got a new one and seemed unable to get it going on her own. She wasn’t distraught, but she was insistent that she needed assistance sometime today, I told her I was getting off work soon and I’d see what I could do to help.
Finishing work I headed home and had the litter box fixed in about five minutes. As I suspected, the rake was stuck because it was trying to lift too much weight. With each new model that the company puts out, it seems to be using less and less power in their motors. When it can’t lift the weight anymore it reverses and leaves the pile near the waste box, and continues to pile things up until it gets stuck. Then the little red light comes on and one hopes that the human will find it before there’s a huge mess. Depending on where the box is, that’s not always the case. But I got it fixed and on to the next issue.
My wife informed me as I came upstairs that the Amazon Shows that are upstairs (she has a ‘5’ and I have an ‘8’ on our respective nightstands) were not communicating and when she attempted to have them play music, they responded with something that she couldn’t hear. Or understand. So I traipsed upstairs, got them both working and came back down. At that point I asked if she was interested in taking a little trip with me to see what I could do about the router issue. My wife hadn’t seen my bakery manager in many years and didn’t mind tagging along. Too, she had some wine coolers that she decided to bring with her and share while I worked.
The issue with the router wasn’t really all that difficult. The biggest hurdle for me turned out to be that the router wasn’t hard wired to a computer. Apparently she was using the router wirelessly to her iPad, her phone and her Kindle, and just needed someone to ‘talk’ to the router to get it reset and protected. I ginned up a couple of secure passwords, logged into the router’s onboard menu and within about 20 minutes had everything secured.
Upon coming home, it was time to relax. I wasn’t expecting anything else technical to break and I was blissfully rewarded when nothing did. June is over, Thursday is over. On to July. We’ll see what that month brings.