Wednesday, March 26, 2008
No. No. No.
Newer imac... Old horrible computer from the island of headaches.
My old computer died. This in itself is not necessarily a bad thing. It has lived a long, prosperous life. It has caused me enough headaches over the years and runs loudly enough, that its passing is not a weeping and wailing sort of experience.
Remember the freelancing project that I have been griping about for weeks now? Bad karma, all that complaining... Bad, bad, bad. I was just about to write a cd to turn in the whole project. It is done, you see. Done. BUT...
When switching between operating systems (OS 9 to OS X, yes it is a dinosaur), suddenly it decided it didn't want to start in OS X. And it didn't want to go back to nine. It actually is quite content sitting there, staring at me with one of those rare cryptic codes across the start up screen. (Rare in Macs. When you see one on a Mac you know your mood has turned dark.) And right now, my day is dark baby. Dark, dark, dark.
Okay, so after talking to the tech guy at the paper that I am freelancing for, where luckily I worked for awhile before joining the SAHM world, so at least they are being pretty cool about a freelancer dumping their faulty computer on their laps. Of course that might be because the deadline is today. And I have seen insane things done in order to keep a newspaper deadline. Way more insane than random freelancer computer surgery. Deadlines suck that much.
Anyway, I ended up carrying the whole stupid tower for them to toy with as they wish. Hopefully pulling the totally completed articles from the innards intact. The rest of the thing they can recycle for all that I care about it right now. And I will throw in the monitor for free. Just pay me for the freelancing, k? 'Cause mama needs a new computer.