Deadline Drama: A Humorous Freelance Writing Memory
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Names changed in order to not embarrass innocent people
Oh cursed computer, I said to myself, as my Internet service shut down. I was only one article away from handing in the completed work.
I could feel my heart racing, and the increasing temperature of my blood heated the surface of my skin. I was on a download road to possible deadline hell. However, before I pulled my hair out of my head I considered one last option.
I found a 3 1/2 floppy disk to use since the computer I was using did not have a CD writer. My other computer I had left back home, because it was too big to carry with me when I traveled with my dad to stay with him for a few weeks.
I stuck the floppy disk the appropriate drive on my dad's ancient computer. Then, with a twinge of rapidly declining hope, I proceeded to press "Save As". I was hoping the disk I was using was properly formatted for the computer I was using.
After I had pressed "Save As" I noticed a small prompt appear on my computer screen. It read "Please insert disk into Drive A".
I did insert a disk in drive A, I exclaimed to myself. Then, I started mumbling obscenities. After that, I picked up the phone, and dialed my dad's neighbor's phone number. He is responsible for my dad's internet connection. I proceeded to tell him the news.
"JIM?!" I gasped. He responded affirmatively, wondering what the matter was.
"My dad's wireless connection is connected and I have an assignment that is due in less than an hour!" I stated frantically. Then, he proclaimed the dreaded news I did not want to hear. He told me he had lost his connection as well.
"Oh great!" I panicked.
Now what was I going to do? I had no idea. I ran to his house to see if he had an extra disk. It turns out that Jim's wife was also working on projects which she lost when the Internet went down.
"I lost 14 weeks worth of lesson plans for my home school!" she shrieked. After I heard her struggle mine seemed less important for the moment. I was not the only one who was inconvenienced by the horror of losing internet connection.
After I took turns venting with Jim's wife Charlotte, I proceeded to the back of her house to talk to Jim. I had asked him if he had an extra floppy disk to use so I can see if it was for sure the floppy drive that was not working on my dad's beastly machine. He handed me a blank new one, formatted for the computer I would be using it on.
"Thank you," I responded, and then left to see if the disk would work in my dad's machine. It did not work, so I returned it back to Jim, and thanked him again, and said my goodbyes for the day. I quickly raced to the county library a few blocks away, cursing and complaining most of the way there.
"I cannot believe this is happening!" I screamed out loud.
I could do nothing to save my own behind. The doomed inevitable was upon me. As hard as I worked to make sure my assignment was handed in on time I had an unforeseen force working against me.
Thank God for understanding clients. I don't know what I would do without them.
Names changed in order to not embarrass innocent people
Oh cursed computer, I said to myself, as my Internet service shut down. I was only one article away from handing in the completed work.
I could feel my heart racing, and the increasing temperature of my blood heated the surface of my skin. I was on a download road to possible deadline hell. However, before I pulled my hair out of my head I considered one last option.
I found a 3 1/2 floppy disk to use since the computer I was using did not have a CD writer. My other computer I had left back home, because it was too big to carry with me when I traveled with my dad to stay with him for a few weeks.
I stuck the floppy disk the appropriate drive on my dad's ancient computer. Then, with a twinge of rapidly declining hope, I proceeded to press "Save As". I was hoping the disk I was using was properly formatted for the computer I was using.
After I had pressed "Save As" I noticed a small prompt appear on my computer screen. It read "Please insert disk into Drive A".
I did insert a disk in drive A, I exclaimed to myself. Then, I started mumbling obscenities. After that, I picked up the phone, and dialed my dad's neighbor's phone number. He is responsible for my dad's internet connection. I proceeded to tell him the news.
"JIM?!" I gasped. He responded affirmatively, wondering what the matter was.
"My dad's wireless connection is connected and I have an assignment that is due in less than an hour!" I stated frantically. Then, he proclaimed the dreaded news I did not want to hear. He told me he had lost his connection as well.
"Oh great!" I panicked.
Now what was I going to do? I had no idea. I ran to his house to see if he had an extra disk. It turns out that Jim's wife was also working on projects which she lost when the Internet went down.
"I lost 14 weeks worth of lesson plans for my home school!" she shrieked. After I heard her struggle mine seemed less important for the moment. I was not the only one who was inconvenienced by the horror of losing internet connection.
After I took turns venting with Jim's wife Charlotte, I proceeded to the back of her house to talk to Jim. I had asked him if he had an extra floppy disk to use so I can see if it was for sure the floppy drive that was not working on my dad's beastly machine. He handed me a blank new one, formatted for the computer I would be using it on.
"Thank you," I responded, and then left to see if the disk would work in my dad's machine. It did not work, so I returned it back to Jim, and thanked him again, and said my goodbyes for the day. I quickly raced to the county library a few blocks away, cursing and complaining most of the way there.
"I cannot believe this is happening!" I screamed out loud.
I could do nothing to save my own behind. The doomed inevitable was upon me. As hard as I worked to make sure my assignment was handed in on time I had an unforeseen force working against me.
Thank God for understanding clients. I don't know what I would do without them.
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