“If you keep cutting off the internet, I won’t be able to work anymore,” I yelled into empty space. “And you know what that means.”
I felt bad about using threats when I talked to Myrtle. But she dropped me from my zoom call again. It’s really the only play she has any more to interrupt my work. Once, she fried the RAM on my laptop. She wrecked it only once. She understands that she can’t do that anymore.
The modem lights switched back to green, and I clicked the link to reconnect my meeting.
“Your internet is terrible,” my boss, Marcus, said. “You should switch to Blocknet.”
“It’s not my ISP. It’s my ghost,” I said while massaging my temples to soothe the headache. But it didn’t help since Myrtle was my headache.
“Ghost?” said one of the voices on the call.
“You know, ‘ghost in the machine’ kinda thing,” I tried to cover quickly. “Or gremlins. I need new hardware. It’s been on my list.”
I think that explained it. Not like anyone would just believe I had a ghost from one off-hand comment.
“Well, make it a priority,” Marcus said. “The downtime is disrupting our flow. Let’s continue. Reshare your screen, and we’ll go over the performance projections.”
Maybe I should go back to working at the office. It would give Myrtle and me a break from each other. Maybe she’d even be happy to see me when I got home.