I didn't immediately start thinking about what Scott would do; I started thinking about what I do when the internet doesn't work.
I try to problem-solve. I disconnect from wi-fi, I reconnect to wi-fi. I don't want to get up to check the router/modem if I don't have to.
If it's not my laptop, I go to the router. I make sure all the lights are on. If they're not, something is really wrong and I disconnect, wait 30 seconds, and reconnect. While I'm waiting for lights to come back on, I usually load the dishwasher or something because staying busy is key in a situation like this.
If the lights don't come on, I call CenturyLink.
If the lights do come on properly, I try my laptop again. If it does work, problem solved.
If it doesn't work, I try the router one more time. Again, I might fold some clothes while I wait for the results because, say it with me, "staying busy is key in a situation like this".
If it still doesn't work, I call CenturyLink. If it's before 8am, they're closed and I'm generally pretty annoyed but I try to go about my business because the internet will, I swear, come back on eventually.
So that's how I solve the problem: I go about a route to fixing it. I literally drop everything to solve the problem. I've found that this is what I do no matter the problem: paperwork issues, car problems, school issues, dog problems, etc. I will find a way to fix it, and I won't rest until the world is back in proper order.
This happened with our cell phone signal booster last month. The lights just didn't come on, which meant I had little to no cell phone service out here in the middle of nowhere. I tried different methods of plugging it in and reseting it to figure out if it was the cord, the box, the outlet, etc. I drove down to the mailbox and get phone service so I could call the company. After 3 dropped calls, they said they'd send me a new cord. I got the cord a week later and the booster worked again, so I now know the cord was just defective. I spent 2 hours, at least, on this Saturday insistent on fixing the problem and I wouldn't rest until I had an answer of some sort. When I get into these frenzies, the dogs are not happy with me: their playtime gets cut down drastically and I usually am just shoving them out of my way and I walk from place to place trying to fix whatever's wrong.
Anyway, that's a lot of information I just learned about myself from a Will Ferrell quote.
What do you do when something just doesn't work?
