Monday, August 14, 2006
This week, fear and sorrow choked the heart of this writer. Why, you ask?
My computer died.
Well, it didn’t die completely, but it started doing weird things like saying certain files weren’t where they were supposed to be, claiming my screen saver file was empty, and-heaven forbid you should ever experience this-my email disappeared!
That’s right. Imagine me crying like a whiny baby. Hey, it was scary!
Luckily, my brother-in-law had warned me that this catastrophe was on its way, so my husband had already been looking into new computers. Still you can’t imagine the full extent of the fear you’d experience if your computer started doing strange things and you realize the end is near.
First thing you look at is “What am I going to do if I lose everything?” Now, I’ve gotten really good at remembering to back up my files and my husband bought me a flash drive- and taught me to use it. But there were little things I didn’t know how to save. It took me forever to save my internet favorites list. I never could figure out how to save my inbox emails. My brother-in-law had to do that for me. Genius that he is, he even transferred them to the inbox on my new computer.
But I did have moments when I worried he would open my email box and it would be empty. Currently I hold onto between 200 and 250 emails in my inbox. Why? Because I think I just have to have them.
Just like all the paper around my desk. I figured I’d be nice and sensitive to the fact that my brother-in-law was giving up his Friday night to set up my new computer and clean out my desk so he could actually work on it. He wouldn’t have to shove my junk aside in order to do anything.
Do you know how much paper writers save? How much we use? Little scraps everywhere with notes written on them that I look at and think, “Is this important?” Why do I keep all this stuff?
Of course, after tackling the main computer area, I’m really scared of decluttering the shelves. Soon I won’t have a choice, since my favorite (and only) brother-in-law has informed me that my computer isn’t getting adequate ventilation. Who knew?
There isn’t much I can actually do about it until we move. Our house is very small and I have a little alcove I’ve created with my desk in the living room. (I used to have my own office, but turned it into a nursery for Little Man when he came along. I figured I should make the sacrifice.) I’m just glad to have some small space to call my own, a space that isn’t the kitchen table.
Hopefully the new flat screen monitor will give my computer more breathing room, because I’m not giving up my down-graded space.
Anyway, keep me in your thoughts this week as I learn a new computer and get to know all its little idiosyncrasies (they have them, you know, not just people). I’m even thinking of naming mine, like Smarty Pants. My husband said it should be forever known as “She Who Must Be Obeyed’s Computer.” I like the implied meaning, but it is a mouthful.
What’s your computer horror story?