I renamed yesterday Black Thursday. A day I hope I never have to repeat in this lifetime. Acutely aware of the deadlines I had yesterday, I double checked all the relevant documents, and some irrelevant ones just for kicks, attached the first document and hit ‘send’. I’m no IT guru, but I do know that when the screen goes black and the laptop starts making a sound similar to a cat fight, you’re in a world of sh*t.
Rushing to the nearest computer fixing shop, I fell into the shop and ran up to the counter to meet the guy I would now be spending the rest of my day with. Explaining the severity of the situation and the fact that my career depended on the laptop NOT making the cat dying sounds, he tried to revive it. While he attacked it with a screwdriver and me thinking ‘I could have done that’, I was asked to fill in a job form.
Me: What do I put under fault description?
IT Guru: Um, write ‘screwed’, your hard drive has just crashed.
I started to see spots and my knees gave in. I fell into the chair someone had given me and started to take short little gasps of air while trying not to vomit. Four IT guys whipped into action and started performing laptop emergency surgery. My laptop was pulled apart bit by byte. Pieces were removed I didn’t even know existed. It was too painful to watch and I was ushered into the waiting area and given a cup of hot sweet tea.
I was mindlessly paging through a magazine when it occurred to me that a computer shop is very similar to an emergency ward at a hospital. Lots of beeping, I’m sitting in a waiting area sobbing and the IT surgeon keeps coming up to me at regular intervals saying ‘We’re doing everything we can ma’am’. I kept getting up and trying to go around the counter to see what was happening and I keep getting removed with ‘You’re not allowed back here ma’am, I’m sorry.’
Five hours, FIVE hours later, I was given an anorexic looking flashdisk the size of my thumb which contained all the information that survived the laptop crash of 2009 and a ‘We did everything we could. I’m sorry.’ I don’t remember what time I went to bed and I’ve been up since 3am this morning trying to redo everything on the Housemate’s laptop before she leaves for work.
F*ck being an organ donor, I’m becoming a laptop donor.
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Friday, October 30, 2009
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5 comments:
Sorry to hear about your laptop, Bags.
Shame man thats 2 nights of min sleep, hope ur wknd brings higher spirits :)
lol anonymous u mean spirits as in alchool? :)
Geepers Bagglet that sucks, btu I trust it will drive u to start making daily backups of ur work, so only current work would be lost if it were to happen... also u must be quite good looking to get the geeky speedy attention of 4 guys nogal... its called the damsel in distress syndrome! hehe have a better weekend!
well that sucks balls, bags. must say i'm impressed that you still managed to work this post in... at 4 something in the friggin morning. now THAT's devotion.
Exactly right, and exactly wrong.
While I was still a med student, I admitted ten critically ill people to the wards from the emergency unit ( under the watchful eyes of my superiors) Being a student, I was allowed to go home and rest and then return for the end of the shift the next day. When I got there I learned that like 7 out of the ten patients had died.
My IT husband tried to cheer me up with this little gem:
"Oh I'm so sorry baby, my computer just died this morning."
HELLO!?!?!?
You cannot reboot patients!
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