Talk about a bunch of stupid situations converging!
I was in the Village with my laptop with the bright idea of calling Esposo from there since this is the last weekend that Ste-Cat is closed off to traffic. Well, the first thing I gauged incorrectly is that you can’t sit on a street-side patio at night with a laptop and expect the video to be much more than a black screen.
So, I went inside the café, where not only was the light better but also I could connect the power rather than rely on the battery. But then, the wireless connection was really bad. Our call dropped several times until we decided to simply use the chat feature. Except, after a while, it crapped out, too! After three undeliverable messages — I was really pissed off with technology at that point since we were having an important conversation — I sent him a quick e-mail (if I could) just to tell him that I would be dashing back home immediately even though he might have stepped out by the time I got back. It took a while, but eventually the e-mail went through.
I walked back to the car, from where I realized that, of course, the Tunnel Ville-Marie was closed even though it wasn’t an hour earlier when I drove to the Village. Traffic along Boulevard René-Lévesque, as a result, was tediously slow. But then it got better once I made it to Peel to come uptown, although I hit just about every red light on the way. Figures!
I parked the car on the street in front of the building to go faster, dashed upstairs, made a quick stop in the washroom, and just as I plugged the headset into the home computer …RRRRRIIIIINNNNGGG!!! The fire alarm went off in the building! For a while it would go off fairly often for nothing at my old digs in Halifax, but where I never heard it go off here, I didn’t think it wise to ignore it. So, I zapped Esposo a quick chat message through Skype and downstairs I went. And, indeed, once in the hallway, I smelled and eventually saw smoke coming from the basement.
Fortunately, it wasn’t anything serious. In fact, it was under control by the time the firefighters came. So we quickly got the “all clear” to come back in. But at this point, do you think Skype would let me connect to Esposo’s landline? Of course not! So, I zapped him another e-mail. And only once I finished that was I able to reach him on his landline.
A freakin’ comedy, I tell ya! Esposo and I are, unfortunately, accustomed to the pitfalls of technology, but they’re still particularly annoying when in the middle of an important conversation. And because we’re used to technology screwing up, I figured he would assume that’s what was happening (again!) and I wasn’t turning deliberately silent on him. But it’s in moments like this that it hits just how hard our current situation can be.
There is a bright side, though. All weekend, I’ve been basking in the memories of exactly one year ago — Labour Day weekend, when together we went on that magical day trip to QuÃ©bec City from MontrÃ©al. A trip that changed our lives and, I guess, got us where we are today, struggles with technology and all……