Hey, perhaps you are sitting around today thinking that it is sad you don't have a mantra to chant. Feel free to borrow mine. It goes:
"It is not a hardware problem; we just need to reinstall the operating system. It is not a hardware problem; we just need to reinstall the operating system. It is not a hardware problem; we just need to reinstall the operating system. It is not a hardware problem; we just need to reinstall the operating system." And so on.
Because, you see, it is time I guess for my annual crappy beginning-of-the-year thing to happen,* and in leiu of a new topic, we're back to computer issues. My darling laptop seized up last night, and though Josh was able to work some magic and verify that the data is all safe (whew, and thanks), it's not clear what it'll take to get the little sucker up and running again. It appears to have some form of detachment syndrome, where it does not recognize its hard drive. So, your good thoughts would be appreciated, because otherwise, oh holy shit and crap, can't a girl get a break?
*Seriously, what is up with me and the January-February time period? I am getting superstitious over here. A quick exemplary rundown:
2000: A good friendship explodes in a complex and spectacular way, starting on New Year's Eve and culminating in final contact and Official Notice of Fuck You, Hilatron on my birthday.
2001: I accept a job offer in what proves to be the single worst professional decision of my young life. I spend THIS birthday working a frantic 13-hour day that includes getting yelled at by about 65 angry customers and being shut down by the fire department. I will not see my next day off for 27 days after that, a portent of the working environment to come.
2002: Having said "no more, thanks" to the craziness of Crazy Job, I am safely settled into a restructured version of Crazy Job that works for everybody. Except, I guess, not: in late January I learn that I have been demoted and replaced when my replacement shows up to train with me, and am then moved into a poisonous and mind-numbingly boring position surrounded by people who hate and resent me for having rebelled against their crazy 70-hour-a-week nonsense,** there to remain until I quit and flee the state.
2003: The first and most spectacular of my computer mishaps. Josh breaks his knee: Happy Valentine's Day!
2004: The saga of Dad starts right on schedule.
These are not the only bad things that have ever happened to me and my dear ones, but they sure do seem to comprise a majority of the lowlights of the last five years. There are certainly not a lot of other terrible events, or beginnings of drawn-out suffering, to spread around the other ten months.*** Does anyone mind if I take to my bed until March 1st, just to be on the safe side?
**I feel compelled to note that the co-workers from this certain former job who I've told about this site do not count among the poisonous, resentful types. Those types were not invited here, so if you were, you're cool and might very well have prevented a workplace murder spree of some sort.
***Which by the way, THAT IS OKAY. I HAVE QUITE ENOUGH THANKS.
Posted by hilatron at February 7, 2005 02:04 PM