My dumbass tendencies assert themselves yet again

I do a lot of work out of my home, so having a valid and reliable internet connection is crucial to my getting the job done. And with in-house tech support - The Texan - I haven't had to worry at all about my access to the interweb.

Until Tuesday.

I woke up, went to the gym, and came back, ready for another day at the salt mines. I sit down, turn on my computer...and get the "failure to connect" screen that happens when I sometimes jump the gun at linking up to the internet. So I try it again, giving it ample time. Nada. Again. Nothing. Again. Zilch. Again again again GODDAMMIT.

Since The Texan was at school all day, I was left to my own resources, which are limited indeed. Luckily, he has two other computers in his office, so I went to them, figuring that I could work on them and have him deal with mine when he got back home. But no, that would've been too easy. The laptop? Sing it with me: nothing. His desktop was (finally!) able to connect but did weird shit to my work email rendering it useless. Resigned, I called into my office and told them I'd be offline for a good chunk of the day. I did a few calming breaths and started getting caught up on my work-related reading that had been stacked up for weeks.

Later on that day, The Texan came home, and through the power of magic (or at least that's what I'm chalking it up to), was immediately able to log onto the internet through his laptop. Once we shifted to another internet program, his desktop worked just fine with my office email.

The icing on the cake was my laptop. It has a lil switch on its front, right next to the touchpad (thanks a lot, VAIO designers), that allows you to turn off your wireless connection. Somehow it'd gotten toggled so it was off instead of on. I blame the cat.

Of course, I'd much rather it be that than some costly repair situation. Still, you can't help but feel a little stupid.