The following is based on a true story. Any resemblance to what is today happening on
Internet is, sadly, a figment of my own personal experience.I found myself returning to
office at 9:50 p.m. I walked to my office door. I placed
key in
keyhole. It would not turn. After several tries, I peeked through
blinds.
Everything was gone! My furniture. My computer. My files. Even my family photos.
I called my landlord. "Hold
line a moment," he said. "Aha, here's
problem. We are just moving your office to a new floor. It should be another hour."
"What?!" I cried. "You're moving me without even letting me know? What about my business? I automatically process orders from around
world 24 hours a day."
I felt sick. I went home to get some sleep.
I was up at 5:30 a.m. After taming
growling beasts in my stomach, I rushed to work.
No office. I checked every floor. It was still missing in action. By 10:00 a.m., I was able to reach my landlord.
"Yes, we've moved it to another floor. It usually takes a day to get everything set up. It should be ready for you sometime later today."
"But it's MY business," I protested.
"Check back later."
When I got home, a message from my landlord was waiting for me: "The agent you spoke with was not aware that your office has been sanctioned for junk mail abuse. Please email our abuse department for further details."
I dialed immediately.
"Hello, billing department."
"Is this
abuse department?" I asked.
"Let me check your file." After a few minutes, Billing Lady returned. "It seems our courier provider told us to shut you down for sending junk mail."
"But I don't send junk mail," I protested.
"I am sure you did."