I worked for two days trying to get that crashed laptop of mine restored to the way it was. Nada. No go. I mean, it was working, but it wasn't working the way it did before. And two days of fiddling with it did not yield the resurrection of my dead wireless connection. I have to have that. I just have to. So, I called a techie friend yesterday and he said he could probably tweak it some more for me (but couldn't get to it for a couple of weeks) but, "Hey, it's nearly three years old and you might want to consider just buying a new one."
So, I did. I went after work yesterday afternoon and zeroed in pretty quickly on the one that would do the best job for me at the best price. I did my part toward contributing to the national epidemic of credit card debt (although it seriously didn't cost much more than some intensive care by a pro would have cost me), took it home, and opened up the box like a kid with a new toy on Christmas morning. It's sleek and pretty and has way more bells and whistles than I need. I have about two inches more screen than I had before, too. So, anyway, I was rooting around in the box looking for the stuff that I knew should be in there, nonplussed that I wasn't finding anything. I looked, and looked again, and ... there was no power cord. No manual or any of the other accessories, either. But okay, I have a bunch of extra power cords. No problemo. I plugged her in and turned her on and ... bupkis. I just about hit the ceiling when I discovered that someone named Michael Garrett had apparently previously bought and returned the computer. I could tell because he had set up Windows in his name and then passworded it so nobody could get in.
I had to pack it back up and head back to the store, where I was immediately given a replacement. I cautioned the customer service lady that they could not sell that obviously no longer new computer again because everything but the computer itself was missing from the box and it was passworded and inaccessible. I truly hope they don't foist it off on somebody else. And that they will call up Michael Garrett and tell him to bring back all the stuff he kept.
Long story short, I got home with the replacement and got it set up pretty quickly. I like it. A lot. It didn't have much in the way of extra software, so I had to install MS Office (because I can't live without Word, and I like Excel, too) and AOL. Except -- it wouldn't take my AOL disc because it wasn't compatible with Vista. I ended up downloading the AOL software. I will say this -- I think Vista sucks. I don't like it at all. I suppose I'll get used to it, though.
I turned on the sick laptop last night because I needed to copy some stuff out of it. As soon as Windows booted up, I noticed that (get ready -- with my luck, you knew this was coming) it was wirelessly connected to the Internet. Ain't that always the way? It's okay, though. Now I'll have an excellently functioning laptop and one that's not quite up to par but working reasonably well after what it's been through. And this will give me the opportunity I've been looking for to retire the PC that's been taking up so much space in my den.
My boss, who was in the office only briefly yesterday, forgot to pay me -- because I forgot to tell him it was the day to do so. He said later on the phone that he'd run by this morning and write me a check, but he hasn't shown up yet. Luckily, I'm not dead broke yet.
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deseert - A reference to the local psychic having her tea.
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steeling your stuff - Reinforcing your belongings with steel.
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inate need - Someone looking for a meal.
The high school coaches in Terrebone Parish, Louisiana, went to a coaches retreat. To save money they had to room together. No one wanted to room with Coach Boudreaux because he snores so bad. They decide it's not fair to make one of dem stay wit him the whole time so they vote to take turns. Coach Fontenot sleeps wit him and he come to breakfast next morning hair a mess, eyes all bloodshot. They say, "Man, what happen to you?" He say, "Man, that Boudreaux snore so loud, I watch him all night."
Next night, coach Guidry's turn. In the morning, same thing -- hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot. They say, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!" He say, "Man, no, that Boudreaux shake the roof. I watched him all night."
Third night, coach Breaux turn. Next morning he come to breakfast bright eyed and bushy tailed. "Good morning, you all." They can't believe! They say, "Man, what happened?" He say, "Well, we get ready for bed. I go and tuck Boudreaux into bed and kiss him good night. He watch me all night long."
You Are Fairly Skeptical |
You're not the type of person who will fall for anything... But you do keep your mind open to all sorts of possibilities. You figure that anything could be true. After all, the world is a strange place. However, you're going to need some convincing before you can believe in aliens or reincarnation! |
22 comments:
"nonplussed"?
What sort of medication you taking for that? Just want to know in case it's contagious.
Captain Morgan's rum. Jack Daniel's works okay for whiskey drinkers. If you have enough, it damn sure can be contagious.:)
***You Are Fairly Skeptical***
You're not the type of person who will fall for anything...
But you do keep your mind open to all sorts of possibilities.
You figure that anything could be true. After all, the world is a strange place.
However, you're going to need some convincing before you can believe in aliens or reincarnation!
I've heard good and bad things about Vista. I didn't like XP at first, but got used to it. Guess it is the same with Vista.
I think Fairly Skeptical is a good rule of thumb, Roxan.
I liked XP right off the bat, but I'm not sure I'm ever going to like Vista. It took me half an hour last night trying to figure out how to convince the thing that I have permission to install my own programs on my own computer.
Some computers just don't like to be told.
Husband had a new sander at the weekend; he couldn't wait to get it out to play with.
Hi serena joy,
Stopped by to thank you for your comment. I found it reassuring. Please forgive any misspellings on my part. I'm probably not one to win on "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?".
Ooo, Liz, a sander? I'm always looking to add to my arsenal. I could DO some damage with a sander.:)
Hey, Charles, welcome to my asylum. I came in 5th in 'Are You As Smart As A 9-Year-Old' so I guess that puts us on equal footing. Um, how old are fifth graders? I'm glad you found the comment reassuring. Too often, my comments scare people. Some have run away and never been seen again.:)
***You Are Very Skeptical***
Your personal motto is: "Prove it."
While some ideas, like life after death, may seem nice...
You aren't going to believe them simply because it feels good.
You let science and facts be your guide... Even if it means you don't share the beliefs of those around you.
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Hellll-o-ooo, which freakin' proves I'm not a drama-queen, right?
Exactamento, Camille. And besides, I have dibs on the drama queen royalty kit and lunchbox this week.:)
First, Vista. You can set it up to look like your old computer. I used Window's classic because I'm familiar with it.
Second, I know that Corn Dog has talked about snorting hot soup out of her nose, but you just caused a stream of mineral water, that I was drinking, to do the same when I read the Boudreaux story. That one is classic, unlike Vista.
how old are fifth graders? Where Boudreaux be schooled, some be as old as 20.
Maybe when Michael Garrett dies, St. Peter will be there in front of the Pearly Gates - alas - with no way to check him in. For HIS laptop will be missing the aforementioned power cord.
(I love writing fictional sermons!)
+++You Are Fairly Skeptical+++
You're not the type of person who will fall for anything...
But you do keep your mind open to all sorts of possibilities.
You figure that anything could be true. After all, the world is a strange place.
However, you're going to need some convincing before you can believe in aliens or reincarnation!
I'm loving the Boudreaux series!!
Steve, everything I can get into classic view, I'm doing. I still don't like it, though. It just seems unnecessarily fussy.
You may be right about the age Boudreaux graduated 5th grade. LOL.
I hope they do stop that thieving Michael Garrett at the Pearly Gates, Puggy.
(I love writing fictional sermons!)
Preach it, baby.
I'm glad you like ol' Boudreaux, Leelee.:)
Pug, I love THAT and I have a sense it will happen. Michael Garrett, heaven has a little problem with your check in procedure.
My quiz said:
"You are a butthead."
Huh? Did anyone else's say that? Should I be skeptical?
No way it said that! Seriously? If it did, I think we ought to get armed and go picket the fumduck quiz people. LOL.
I AM MICHAEL GARRETT and I've been wondering where my laptop was.
The password is SWORDFISH!
(what movie is that line from?)
you'll never ever in the whole world guess.heh heh heh
No googling either.
I'm michael garrett alias Beetleman.
Michael Garrett, you are a bad, bad boy. You bring that stuff back now, you hear?
I know I've heard that Swordfish line before, but I can't remember where.
No, I am Michael Garrett.
...and what kind of name is that? Namby. I would return a laptop too if I had that name.
I don't think you're Michael Garrett, CD. You just don't look anything like a Michael Garrett. I'll bet he does look like some namby geek.:)
Now watch him Google his name and threaten to sue me. LOL!
OMG! That made made me laugh! But you know people get sued for the strangest things these days.
You NEEDED a laugh, girlfriend. Damn strange things going on. What I said isn't that far-fetched, though. I got an e-mail today from somebody who'd Googled his name and wasn't happy with something he saw on my site. Dum-dee-dum-dum.:)
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