My computer crapped out at my work station today. Again. For the second time in as many months. !!@#&%!! I hope the hard-drive isn't shelled like last time. Of course, it waited until I had everything reloaded, tweaked and fine-tuned and just got back to normal before it decided to give me the finger.
Repeat. !!@#&%!!
Called in tech-support, who basically looked at it and said -- Yup, it's broke. Same guy told me Friday he upgraded the OS on the machine, to which I cringed. Kinda like pulling the pin on a live grenade. Too many programs, bound to throw a rod on one of them. Course he got to go home while I worked and listened to it tick down. Swears that has nothing to do with the current meltdown. Which is fine. Don't get me wrong, I like our systems guy. To whit:
See, it chimed, he says while rebooting for the umpteenth time.
That's a good thing, right? I say.
Absolutely, he says.
You mean it'll work, I say.
Well, probably not. No, not really, he says.
See. Affable sort. So no, I don't blame him for what happened but on the same stroke the machine is still broke, and he's the tech guy -- fix it. But, weekend and all -- so there it will set like a really expensive paperweight until Monday, and then probably back to the shop for another "new" hard drive.
Threepeat: !!@#&%!!
Limped through tonight OK on the back-up. Flakey machine. Send a page. Program Crash. Send a page. Program Crash. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Gonna be a long weekend.
*sigh*
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It's OK. Your place of employment has a long history of supplying their employees with exactly what they need to do their job. Things should be fine very soon.
:)
Got it back today, good as new.
Color me shocked.
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