So last night was traumatic. I am something of a muppet where technology is concerned and I have sweated over every page, widget and plug-in on my modest little website over the last 6 or so weeks. I’ve done it all myself, a labour of love and it feels all the more precious to me because it’s completely mine. But when I logged on last night to write a post, it didn’t work. I couldn’t get into the site at all, there was just huge error message on the screen.
So I waited for a bit, and it didn’t go away. Did all the usual stuff you know…pushed the same buttons again and again just a bit harder, thinking I might get different results…sound familiar?! Now bear in mind, my default setting when the shit hits the fan has always been to reach for cake. I could hear the asshole in my head yawning and having a good stretch as he woke up and started to take an interest.
So, I was worried on three fronts – firstly that my posse would wonder where I’d disappeared to…secondly that Crabby’s lovely readers would find me closed for business if they popped over to check out my blog after she’d very kindly lent her support by offering me a moment in the Cranky Fitness spotlight – and finally that I wouldn’t be able to post anything.
When I decided to blog my way to skinny, I promised myself that I’d be the best blogger I could possibly be. And that means posting consistently so that if I was lucky enough to pick up some company, you’d all know those words would be waiting for you at the point when you take time out of your day to check in and see what’s on my mind. Of course, being me I’ve taken that quite literally, and I even try and post at the same time every day (the asshole just chuntered something about OCD but I’m ignoring him).
I’m not going to lie, as it all started to go wrong I could feel that compulsion to eat – encouraged of course by the asshole who told me over and over “it’s an emergency so it’s ok, just have a cup of tea and a couple of hobnobs…it won’t matter just this once .” I ignored him. So he carried on. And on, and on.
I ended up having an on-line chat with a charming guy in India who did his best to help – not just some random bloke obviously, I mean someone from tech support for my web host. I narrowly avoided typing “SOD OFF ASSHOLE I’M NOT EATING HOBNOBS” in the conversation window because the asshole was pulling out all the stops, having recognised the amount of buttons on show for him to push whilst I was talking to the tech to the point where it was practically a three-way conversation. Anyway, turns out the server was down and I just had to tough it out – so for anyone who wondered where I’d got to last night, I’m sorry yesterday’s post was late.
Of course now, without my stressy head on, and with the perspective of hindsight I can see I was acting like a total diva – shit happens woman, get over it. And it’s interesting how quickly the whole purpose I’m blogging got lost in the excitement of discovering that people seem to like my blog…I started it for me, as a way of being accountable, and it’s working. The rest, as they say, is gravy…note to self, don’t let go of that. I care about my blog, I care about my posse but most of all I can’t forget to care about me!
Anyway, I didn’t go near the biscuits in case you’re wondering, and the asshole has been licking his wounds today after I shoved him back in his box and slammed the lid shut. Once again, Me – 1, Asshole – 0. And happily, normal service has resumed today 🙂
I’ve tried to start a blog on here, inspired by yours Dee. I’ve been close to suicide several times! I am quite techy but I couldn’t even sign in, I mean, really, there just wasn’t a way. After I’d sworn, screeched (I do a good line in anger fuelled screeches!) fumed and the rest, an email popped into my mail box, the one that should have arrived half an hour ago, that explained I needed to click the link and set up an account. Grrr, thanks FatCow!
I wouldn’t mind but I’d paid an’all. I’m struggling along, got it going and then discovered they only allow you 6 pages and then you have to pay again, I’m seriously thinking of jacking it in, I can’t take the stress!
Oh you should totally start your own blog! Quite a lot of the posse already do, and it’s a tremendous way to be accountable. If you’re struggling, use the fat cow live chat, they’re really good. I’m the least savvy person I know when it comes to using this…not sure what the six pages thing is all about, I have more than that so maybe we opted for different packages? But I just played around with it and got really absorbed, and it’s felt quite intuitive as I’ve gone on. Stick with it, it’s worth it! D x
WONDERFUL!
To err is human, but to really foul things up requires technology. Glad you won this battle!
I sometimes think I’m surrounded by a magnetic field that makes technology go wrong! D x
Darling lady, please don’t be so hard on yourself. Everyone knows Mercury is retrograde right now (or they should) and these things are to be expected and embraced.
After taking the train for at least 35 years, yesterday I managed to get on one going in the opposite direction, my bus connection was not connecting and I was forced to yell at a bus driver who couldn’t fathom that the ringing meant I wanted to get off the bus.
Thank you, Mercury!
Hello again…it’s reassuring to know there’s a reason! I hope today’s working out better for you :):)
Bravo for you, Dee! 🙂 Computer problems and car trouble are the two things sure to start me stressing out big time! Good for you that you didn’t reach for the treats (what exactly is a “hobnob”?) — I’d have been looking for the closest carbohydrate fix I could find.
I actually tried to post a comment on yesterday’s entry, but it wouldn’t take. Guess it was the server issue!
P.S.– I’ll sign my comments here Julie S from now on, so you can distinguish between the Julies! (I’m the one with the blog, too!) 🙂
Hiya Julie…oh my goodness where do I start with the hobnobs?!! They are oaty nobbly melt-in-the-mouth cookies which sometimes have chocolate on but are equally gorgeous in their naked form without chocolate. My biggest weakness but sadly my son also loves them so we usually have them in the house. Temptation city!! D x
Yes, first and foremost this blog is for you not for the posse. Having said that I would be sad if you stopped blogging. It’s okay if you don’t feel like blogging every day though.
Glad to hear you avoided the hobnobs. They are my favourite, I can only get them at one store here and that is over an hours drive away at an import store.
Jo.
Hi Jo…I can’t imagine not wanting to post a few words, it’s kind of my daily routine now and I love it! An hour is a safe distance from the hob-nobs, we generally have them in the house because my son loves them 🙂
Yay for you! I am so glad you managed to put the asshole in his place, as well as having fixed the blog. I use Blogspot but thought WordPress was more stable. I know it can do way more, but I’m an easy blogger. Oh, and I’m here because of Crabby, too. I am rooting for you, girl! 🙂
Thanks Djan I appreciate that – and welcome to the posse! WordPress wasn’t the problem, that seems really stable and easy to use, it was more the web-host. Anyway the men with spanners have been busy and it seems fine now I’m glad to say 🙂