You know, I'm not even sure how I got here...
I was always fascinated with computers and the Internet, but I resisted the urge for years. Sure, I'd play at work.. I mean, for goodness sake, they had the Internet right there on my desktop.. who wouldn't slip off for a quick surf every now and then... it's not like I was the only one... everyone and I mean everyone was doing it.
But then... I got one at home. An IBM Aptiva 200MMX. Sleek and black with a separate console for the floppy and 8x CDROM that tucked neatly under the monitor, it was sexy. It was October of '97. In fact, today is the 7-year anniversary of when I brought my first wittle computer home from Best Buy
I'll admit I went overboard at first. There were a few nights I never even went to bed- just showered and headed out to work the next day. All the spinning graphics and webrings.. there was so much to experience. And, let's face it, the baby liked eating cereal out of the box for dinner- he thought it was fun! Not like he needed a bath every night...
When I got over that, there was Ebay. Oh... ebay... give me a moment.
Ebay was the vast universe of junk all available to me if I could only be the high bidder. Those damned sneaks that would bid with 15 seconds to go... how I hated them. Curse you, evil stealth bidder!! I needed that waterford ornament to complete my collection!
But the joys of winning... that coveted silver serving spoon in a pattern that I never liked anyway.. but now, I had a complete set! The UPS guy was my best friend.
I was convinced once I kicked the ebay addiction, that I had the problem under control. You know, I could handle a little internet every day. There were long hours of work that interrupted my surfing habits, so I know it wasn't a problem.
Working for myself however... well, maybe it was a mistake. I can see that now. I mean, little doses are OK, but when my job IS the internet... well, you can understand how it happened can't you? We've all been there...
And then the forums...
OK, that's it for me... who's next?
<That was rough...I need a drink... is somebody manning this bar or do I have to pour it myself??...>









