I was not interested in going to work this morning, but I
did. Not early.
There sat that shiny new computer, in all its Windows 7
glory.
I wandered over to the road department. The men on mowers were gone.
I filled my water and went back to the computer. Pushed the button. It fired up, just like
that.
I tried email. A
prompt to register Microsoft programs.
But it crashed in a second, for want of an internet connection. Oh, well, I would add that to my list for the
technicians.
I tried to open a document. The same prompt, the same
result.
I called tech support. I
spent the next five hours watching techs remotely shove around my cursor. Once
I said, “Ed, I’m putting this phone on the desk to go to the washroom.”
“Sure, no problem.”
Ed gave up and turned it over to Gregorio. Gregorio resolved the inability to register
my programs on line. I’d have to do it by phone, then text him to start on the
other problems. Three hours!
I got that done in a New York minute and texted him, “I’m
going to lunch.” He replied “Me, too, back in 30.” I replied I’d be back in an
hour and went home for a leisurely apple with peanut butter and no stress.
One o’clock, back at it. I explained the missing folders
that George said were on the golden transfer disc. Gregorio was not
hopeful. In fact, he bluntly said “No,
they were on your old computer, which was wiped yesterday.”
But, he humored me. I
put the disc in the drive and he sent
those files whirring up and down the screen. I recognized many of them. My old friends in the documents folder. My
old friends in the accounting program.
But the lovely names I’d given the folders in my old email program did
not go by.
Gregorio pressed me.
Did you save them as instructed.
Of course they were saved. To be
absolutely sure, I gave the instruction sheet to Darius.
What name did he put in the first line?
My name.
Long silence. The
penny crashed. The transfer program was not looking for me, it was looking for the
auditor of state file. And now
retrievable me is irretrievable; the old computer wiped clean before I tested
the new one.
“Well, “ I said to Gregorio, “shit happens.”
“Yes,” he replied, “Sheet happens. Eef you need any more
help, you call me.”
Up is the only direction left. I’ll be back, after several long days of
construction, as there is nothing to reconstruct.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Sorry for laughing Jo, but I know your pain All. Too Well. Sigh... I'm sorry about your troubles. I sincerely hope some miracle happens to fix everything. Or maybe you'll get some dynamite with Gregorio's name on it.
ReplyDeleteI think Darius'. Or, as Tom said yesterday, "Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair"
ReplyDeleteOh, well. It happens.
Hari Om
ReplyDelete...at least my impending absence will be about travelling inter-continental... tsk. We have become so techno bound have we not... Hope it goes smoothly, that construction. At least it puts you back in charge... so to speak. YAM xx
ARRRRRRRRGH!!!
ReplyDeleteOoooooh....that sucks.
ReplyDeleteMany condolences. When sheet happens it always seems like I'm in front of the fan. We can hope you will be able to clean up some of it as you repair the damage.
ReplyDeleteHead-banging seems only too appropriate. Good luck. Technology is great when it works but a holy mess when it doesn't. Especially at work!!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, I hope it doesn't take too long to restore all your missing persons. One of those times when an external back up drive would have been handy. Good luck.
ReplyDelete(Big sigh)........ (Another Big sigh)..... you already know all the words that I'd be saying... everything from condolences to obscenities..... guess you just gotta take a deep breath and move on. Bummer!
ReplyDeleteOh, Joanne -- I so feel for you... SPF -- as another wise blogger says!
ReplyDeleteFor crying out loud!
ReplyDeleteJane x
Oh damn. and this shit was supposed to make out lives easier.
ReplyDeleteThat is just so avoidable.....what a mess!
ReplyDeleteYeah, shit happens, all right! Lol.
ReplyDeleteOh No. No, no, no. Joanne, I'm so sorry. I have decided I'm going to hang on to my XP system and just keep on with the best antivirus programme I can afford.
ReplyDeleteDear Joanne, I just read your last two postings on the computer and saving and retrieving files. Oh, DRAT IT! So much to think about when trying to be sure that nothing is lost. I so hope this doesn't affect your position in the State of Ohio financial office. Peace.
ReplyDeleteOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I hope you get it mack on track!
ReplyDeleteNever mind such is life.
ReplyDeleteMerle......... ...........
What a nightmare.......... I am sorry to hear about this. I hope that you can locate a computer genius who can in fact restore them, it's amazing what can be done.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nightmare.......... I am sorry to hear about this. I hope that you can locate a computer genius who can in fact restore them, it's amazing what can be done.
ReplyDeleteI know those techs that shove cursors around -- they impress me with their technical knowledge. But they do go fast and sometimes my brain does not move at their speed. Then the fun (?) begins. -- barbara
ReplyDeleteVery sorry for you. These things cannot be avoided...
ReplyDeleteAh, computers. Makes you wonder if plain old typewriters were really all that bad. Funny how you had to put the phone down to go to the washroom. Love that : )
ReplyDeleteAaaaaaauuuggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!
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