Save Me from Myself

Okay, here's the thing.
Lately, I've been somewhat scatty. I'll readily admit it. My mind has been racing, concentration has been difficult. I would gather that the people I live with would say that I've been somewhat "persnickity". None of this has been on purpose.

It started Thanksgiving Day. The hard drive in my working computer (as opposed to the one that everyone plays on all the time) failed miserably. It was real bad. There was the sound of like, metal against metal, grinding and then nothing, not even the blue screen of death. I had a million emails that I NEEDED to retrieve and no way to get any of them. At first it seemed hopeless. I called Dell (thankfully on Thanksgiving, it was still under warranty). Good news. Hard drive would be replaced. Bad news. It wouldn't happen until Tuesday or so (because of the holiday). Good news. Black Friday. So I run to Circuit City and get me a cute little HP Pavillion Slimline --500gig, with a 20inch flatpanel monitor. Schweeeeeeeeeeet!

So I'm transfering data from my external to my new computer, and resigned to the idea of waiting until next week to get the old data off my other computer when the UNTHINKABLE happens. While plugging in my new keyboard, I knocked the external drive onto the floor. I already have a weak heart. I swear to you, I almost gave it up right then. Picture Fred Sanford grabbing his chest "I'm coming to join you, honey!" I was there. I was close. I had to take a pill. Actually, I took several. And the next day, I managed to crawl out of bed to a phone and call Beyond Communications (formerly OKC Computers) and told my tale of woe to Cory. I love him. He and his wife are wonderful. He came right over grabbed the external and took it home. I stayed in bed. I didn't want to look at a computer.

Another day passed. I got the courage to call Cory and braced myself for the bad news. But there was good news. It wasn't the hard drive that was damaged. It was the casing. So all of the data could be recovered!!! I was one truly happy black woman.

So the rollercoaster has seemingly ended. I have a new computer. I have my old computer with a new harddrive. It didn't cost me my first born to have data recovery. I'm up and running and all is right in the world (sort of). And now it's off to design.

PSA: BACK UP YOUR BACK UPS!!


PEACE!
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