Why Oh WiFi
To fulfill my blogging quest (220 odd days consecutively thus far), I'm out using bandwidth. This time, purchased.
Yep, many local McDonald's now have WiFi in their restaurants. It'll cost you: 2.95 for two hours. If you're like me, with a crappy laptop battery that only lasts five to ten minutes, you probably would look along the walls beneath the tables in the hopes of finding a plug for your computer.
Right idea, wrong place. McD's has plugs above the tables. Picture a balance compromised shorty like me climbing up to plug a cord in and not quite reaching. Eight dwarf, Clumsy, somehow managed this without injury. Woohoo.
You're wondering why I paid for what I can find for free elsewhere. I was too late for Barnes and Noble, Panera or Moe's. $tarbuck$ uses TMo's hotspots, and I believe those are 6.95 for a day. Border's is on the other side of town. I'm still figuring out where else there is WiFi in these parts. I haven't found the library yet, not that it would have been open at 10pm.
Internet woes got me to thinking. Perhaps I should make a list of all the WiFi locations I've found in my new town and update it as I find more. Even list whatever fee I find the business charging. (I miss my Indigo right now-good coffee AND free WiFi!).
Then I thought of businesses that if they don't exist, they should. Laundromats with WiFi. I'm sure you'll find those in metropolitan locales, but Lakeland is a small town that thinks it's a big one. Don't get me wrong, I like that quality, it just doesn't help my predicament! If there is a laundromat around here that does provide internet access, they sure aren't advertising it-and they should!
Once I get out of the financial state we're in, I do want that iPhone to prevent these issues. However, AT&T instituted a credit check for customers purchasing one-so that kills that dream. My credit will look like shit for a long time to come. A crackberry is cheaper, but doesn't give me web capabilities. Oh well.
I may just end up writing a bunch of entries and predating them to post each day. That feels like cheating, though.
I keep telling myself this is temporary, it'll get better. However, in the past four years, it only gets worse when I try to be my positive, Mary Poppins like self. Moving to Florida seems more and more like the dumbest thing I have ever done.