This morning I came into work (early, I might add). I turned on my computer. I usually just send it to sleep, and it wakened without any issues. Then in the corner a little box popped up from my anti-virus program to remind me yet again that I needed to reboot for changes to take effect. What the hell. I’m in early. Why not?
Why not, indeed.
When the computer came back to life, it was not my computer. I logged in as me, but everything that defined this computer as mine was gone. All the programs. All the files. All the everything. Gone. Gone. Gone.
This is how to crap your pants in one fell swoop: Turn on your computer, reboot at the instruction of a sinister little box posing as one of your friends, and discover all of your work, work that is not backed up because every time you tried it would freeze your computer so you stopped trying, gone.
I’m now backing up using an online program. Thank goodness for system restore and thank further goodness it worked. I’ll get back to you all later and let you know how it goes. Google docs? You’re my new friend.
My mac died on Sunday. It turns out the hard drive was bad. The funny thing is, I was so pleased with mac over windows I did not realize some niggling things were the result of a bad hard drive. Now I have a new hard drive and the niggles have gone away. Mac is even better.
While I realize it isn’t great my hard drive went caput after five months, I am very happy that I have a mac and could simply walk into a mac store and they would fix it. No sitting on hold for 8 years with some techie somewhere to prove what I already know. No waiting to ship it off, then shipping it off, then waiting for its return. My mac was back to me this morning.
Another lucky thing for me was that the mac people were able to recover just about all the things that had not been backed up. I literally had my external hard drive sitting here on the desk next to me ready to hook up and back up the day my drive finally quit on me. I was on the phone with a friend trying to send her an email and it just stopped. I couldn’t shut down properly and had to turn it off with the button. It never recovered. It went to a blue screen with a little flickering question mark. Awww…..
My kind housemate allowed me to use her old windows computer while I waited for mine to return. This was good for someone so tethered to the internet and the need to dump useless thoughts (like these). I am quite thankful to her for allowing me to use it to check my email and to post on my blog. However, while using this computer I was reminded of all the reasons I left windows in the first place. I do not miss the constant and ubiquitous popup messages giving me some piece of information I either already know or do not care to know. I hate those little messages. I do not miss the constant and ubiquitous updates that are always on the ready to install, freezing things up, making the machine click and clatter and rattle. I hate those updates. I do not miss the random desire of pc’s to freeze for no apparent reason as they click and clatter and rattle. Perhaps they are thinking up new little messages for me. I don’t know.
What I do know is that I am SO glad to have my mac again. I wrote my boyfriend a text message when I got my baby back. It said I have three major loves in my life: one is in school, one is asleep in Oregon, and the third is sitting here next to me in the car. Yes, I’m silly enough to count my mac as one of my major loves. Welcome back, dear. I missed you.