In a typical just-my-luck type of situation, the one day I decide I have blogging motivation and proceed to bash out some words, I type in my blog address only to find out my site is down. Fairly nonplussed, I go and have a look at my host’s site, and find out that due to issues of some sort, she’s moving our accounts over to a different server. But y’know, I’ m in such a mellow, amazing mood right now that I don’t even care. I’ll just type this over in OneNote and post it whenever my site’s back up. No drama. And my host is an amazing, amazing person to do all that account moving by herself. She’s like superwoman, but cooler.

Terrible analogies aside, the reason I’m feeling so badass right now is because I actually got a whole bunch of work done today, which, for those familiar with my procrastination, is kind of monumental. I discovered a new time management technique the other day that a few internet people have been raving about, and I tried it out today for the first time. One day isn’t enough of an indicator as to whether I’ll stick to this, but, fingers crossed, it’s going well. That’s pretty much all I have to say on today’s badassery, so how about a recent story about more brilliant things I’ve done? Yes? Alright, then!

Last Friday night (prepare for an indication of how fantastic my social life is), I came home and had a Glee marathon. By myself. Via the internet. Let it suffice to say I’m no Katy Perry.

Anyhow, the next morning, I decided to check our internet usage meter. And nearly fainted. My obsessive tumblr/glee party had knocked out almost a quarter of our monthly internet allowance, and it was the second day of the month. We only had a twenty gigabyte plan, you see.

Key word: had.

Our internet service provider is Optus, so I was browsing the Optus site to see what other plans I could possible bully my parents into adopting for future months so as to sustain my excessive internet usage. And lo and behold, what did I see? Only that our exact plan – name, features and price, had been changed without our knowledge or even an automatic upgrade, to have a limit of 500GB per month.

Naturally, I was furious and felt cheated, so I complained to my mother who called up Optus, who apologized for “accidentally” leaving us out of the upgrade, and assuring us their could upgrade us for the month of October. October?  It was the third of September, a quarter of my internet usage was gone, I was already experiencing the pangs of withdrawal I experienced at the end of August when we ran out our plan, and there was no wall in hell I was waiting for August.

“Bully them!” I hissed at my mother, still on the phone. “If you pester enough, they’ll do it.”
Her response was to ask the guy if there was any way we could have it done this month, to which he replied no.

I grabbed the phone. “Listen here, mate,” I said, somehow regaining my most bogan accent in the process. “This absolutely won’t do. We’ve been cheated of quite a substantial difference in value in our monthly plan due to your company’s failure to provide us with information as to the advent of the change and how to upgrade to the new plan, and as such, we’ve been ripped off. You’ve been charging us extra for a pitifully small internet allowance that you no longer offer, and due to this incredible information blunder I think we have every right to demand that you change our plan over for this month. September has just started, anyhow. Just pretend it’s August 31st and do what you need to do.”

Apparently my vicious, vicious words stunned the guy into cooperation, because he mumbled something about checking with his superior, put me on hold for ten minutes, and then two hours later our plan was upgraded and I had 500 gigabytes of internet at my fingertips.

And then my mother praised me for “initiative”. I’m pretty sure it was one of the most badass moments of my life. Which means that I really, really need to get out more. Oh well.

I wrote this post on the tenth of September… it’s the twenty-first now and finally my site is back up. It’s kind of partially my fault though, because I forgot that my host had the wrong email listed for me, so I didn’t receive the email telling me to change my nameservers and just… argh, I’m sorry! Forgive me. The blogging hath returned now. And seeing as Glee starts again tonight (FINALLY!), you should be seeing some more stuff from me soonish.