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April 26, 2010 | by  | in Opinion |
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Last production day the internet in the Salient office cut out—mysteriously—for about an hour. No internet means, basically, no Salient. Not to mention no Gmail chat, Facebook, Twitter, and no way of sending the final magazine file to the printers in Tauranga. The internet did come back up—finally—after a number of frantic phone calls to the VUWSA Association Manager, as well as the printing company to arrange potential back-up file-sending plans if the internet failed to be revived. At least this time around the internet cut out during business hours. We won’t talk about the time it happened at 1am. On a Friday. Six hours before deadline.

When we didn’t think our luck could get any worse, this week the power cut out. Your power probably went out too. Along with the other 84,000 households, businesses that found themselves suddenly sans electricity. We wonder what we’ve done to fuck off the gods of technology so much for some crisis to strike the office on our deadline day two weeks in a row.

While the rest of Wellington was plunged into darkness and chaos (and gutted for the two Dom Post photographers who were stuck in a lift together for an hour), the Salient office was primarily concerned with how on earth we were going to feed ourselves.

We have a stack of Mi-Goreng noodles on the floor (thanks VUWSA), but without power, there’s no way to heat them up. We could go and buy food—no hold on, no cash and there won’t be any functioning EFTPOS. There’s my soup in the fridge—wait, same deal as the noodles, no microwave, no delicious homemade pumpkin soup.

You might be thinking, “Weren’t they freaking out about the fact they have a deadline and a magazine to make?” Well yes, we were freaking out a little. Then someone brought me beer. Rational thinking ensued. If the power is out across all of Wellington, at least we have a really good excuse for not sending the file off in time. Not to mention the fact we could get a reasonably good news story out of it (see our handwritten effort in the news section).

I text the Editor of Critic—the student mag at Otago—to exclaim about our predicament. I thought he’d sympathise, or something. Most helpfully, he texted me back saying the New Zealand Herald was reporting that the power would be back in an hour. Thank god. I was missing my Gmail. And everyone was complaining about how hungry they were. Then they get all hyperactive and lose focus and it’s all downhill from there.

It’d be really great if next week, oh great technology gods, you didn’t feel the need to frown upon Salient so much. Or at least do it on a Monday or something.

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