I was in a crazy rage the other night. Literally, sweaty palms, shaking, flushed face, the works. So what happened? Someone cut me off on the road? No. The hubbie shrunk my favorite jeans? No. Worse. Much worse. The TV. Went. Out.
Ok, ok, so most of you are now raising your eyebrows thinking I’m some gross slob who sits around and watches hours of TV with no life outside of the couch and the remote. Not true. But I do have this, what I now consider an obsession, with reality TV. So imagine my surprise when mid-Real Housewives of New York, my TV screen goes blue (as if they purposely chose this depressing color to solidify the sadness of the news) delivers me a message on the screen: “Hello. We’re restarting the hard drive. Do not power down or restart.” Ugh! Seriously?! This is a new episode! What am I going to do with myself if I don’t know how the Ramona vs. Jill fight ends?
It all started because of this crazy rain we were experiencing. It had been pouring off and on all evening. If there is ice, snow, or severely cold temperatures, DirecTV stands strong. But if there is even a hint of rain, our satellite goes out. It seems to shut down about 10 seconds before a heavy rainfall starts. It is a nice little weather forecaster, but annoying as hell when you’re watching something as wonderful as The Real Housewives. So there I was, typing up a paper that was due last week on my laptop, sipping a Diet Coke and 30 minutes into a special 75 minute episode of The Real Housewives of New York. Then it happened. The blue screen and that damn message. I swallowed the Diet Coke that I had just poured into my mouth, slowly set the can down, closed my laptop, and stared at the TV. I didn’t know what to do. I paced back and forth in my living room trying to think of a solution. The more I paced, the more angry I became. I was sweating, nervous, and confused. I started talking to myself, “How can we put a man on the moon, bring Internet through cell phones, and have a video conversation with someone on the other side of the world, but THE SATELLITE GOES OUT IF IT RAINS?!?!” Seriously, our TV satellite people need to do some serious research on how to get the signal to go through, no matter the weather. How does this happen?
About 15 minutes later the signal came back, I watched the rest of the show, and was fine. But I came to an important realization: I may be addicted to TV. I work out regularly, eat right, and work hard 8-5, and am thisclose to getting my Master’s Degree. Don’t I deserve some down time at night with Teen Mom, Millionaire Matchmaker, and Real Housewives? Should I feel guilty about my guilty pleasure?