I went without data network connection for the first part of today, until after talking with other people, I realized it was probably a personal issue and not a network glitch. I called the AT&T help desk, and a guy over the phone was nice enough to walk me through the resetting. The only thing was, I had already looked up multiple forums on how to fix the issue, so I was told to do a lot of troubleshooting that I'd already done. We fast forwarded through everything I'd read and done, and finally he was able to do something else on his end that fixed the problem. Curious how I could fix the problem on my own the next time, I asked. He muttered for a bit and basically said I'd need them again if I experienced the same thing again.
There's very little outlet for [intellectual (technological? functional?)] curiosity in life these days. My brain is atrophying.
And apparently today was my third year anniversary at work. There's very little room for rearranging my cube, which would have been symbolic. I remember spending weekends rearranging my room as a kid. Every new arrangement, although less efficient than the prior, gave me great satisfaction. I liked the newness, the new functionality of each new space. Now, every major item at my desk is plugged, drilled, or super-glued in. Maybe I'll go switch out my stapler in the supply room to commemorate this day.
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