Where's My Internet?

O.k., I'm addicted to the internet. I am. It has a powerful hold on me that I cannot break.

I came home the other day from work and I saw the "page cannot be displayed" message glaring back at me. What?!? Where is my internet? My heart rate increased and I started to panic. Reboot! Refresh! Reboot! Refresh! What? Still no internet? Where is it? Help!

It was time to get the internet provider involved. After being on hold for what seemed like three days, I was told there was something wrong with the card and it would have to be replaced. O.k., well whatever that means, how long do I have to wait? Well, since only four people were sharing that card, it's not considered a "real" problem.

Uh, excuse me? So, if there were 50 people without service, they would get started on the problem right away but since only four were involved, they didn't see it as a "real" problem? Uh, it's a real problem to me, people. I want my internet!!! Now!!!

Well, they didn't seem to care that I had internet withdrawals all night long. They didn't seem to care that I kept on refreshing the page every 15 minutes to see if the problem was fixed yet. They didn't seem to care that I did this from 6 p.m. until 2 a.m. They didn't seem to care that I still didn't have service when I woke up the next morning. How rude!

Yes, I have a problem and it is internet addiction. Welcome back my lovely internet, I missed you so. Don't leave me for so long again, please.