Tryst off
July 26th, 2008 | by jg3 |
Hey Tryst: screw you
One of the features of my job is that one week of every month I am on-call around the clock. At any time during that week I could potentially be called to address a situation and doing so requires access to the Internet. Normally I just stay home and watch movies that Friday night. Last night that just didn’t seem right. I figured I could find a place to stay connected and caffeinated and maybe get some work and some people-watching done. Tryst, I thought, would be perfect. They have Internet access, caffeine, couches, and people watching aplenty. I told .jeff. and he said he’d meet me down there around 9:30. I arrived about 8:50 and grabbed a couch, popped open my lappy, and got connected. I sent some work-email and some gmail, and looked over the menu that the waitperson had brought me. I decided on some kind of froo-froo coffee and put the menu down and resumed doing “stuff” on/to/with/for the Internet.
But then it stopped. My SSH session wasn’t connecting. My gTalk client was reporting “technical difficulties”. I refreshed a web page and felt a moment of relief when my browser showed that a page was loading, but the relief was short-lived because I saw this page, which explained that…
Wireless access at Tryst is turned off at 9pm on Fridays and comes back on at 6:30am Monday mornings.
Take some time off from your work! Enjoy Tryst on the weekends as a place away from both home and office.
Try a coffee or a cocktail…sit back and relax.
But … I need my Internets! I’m not sitting here updating my myspace page! I’m working and, yes, it is Friday night. And, yes, Tryst will probably make more money from pairs of lovers rotating through here for 30 minutes to drop $40 on some fancy coffee cocktails and dessert than they would profit from me filling up the same space all night with two cups of coffee. I get it. What pisses me off, however, is that they don’t bother to mention on their public website that they turn off Internet access. I’m glad I had not yet placed my order, or I would have had a dilemma. Instead I guess I did what Tryst probably sees as the second-best option. I put my laptop in my bag, put my bag on my shoulder, and walked out … just as .jeff. was coming through the door. ugh. So we took our business elsewhere.
Make no mistake, Tryst is still a cool place, but getting cut off unexpectedly kinda sucks. So you can be sure I’m going to trash them on Yelp for it.
My dad would say: if that’s all you’ve got to complain about, you’re not doing too bad. I suppose that’s true.
Filed under: Friday, Real Life, The Internet
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