Worst week of my life ever!
Life had been going absolutely great until last Saturday when I braved Ikea, Bunnings and Moore Park Supacentre all in one afternoon. Was so frazzled when I got home that my hand-eye co-ordination went out the window. WHACK with a stray left arm and I spilt a full glass of Diet Coke over the keyboard of my beloved laptop.
The trauma was too much. I went in to Mac-shock. It just fizzled out. Lost power. Lost my screen. Lost my will to live.
I turned him upside down and laid him in his final resting place – across a folded towel on my coffee table.
I was so upset I had to go out and get drunk.
In the cold light of Monday morning I gently carried my second best friend (behind Little Sammy of course) into the IT boys at work for a diagnosis. Not looking good. Just 18 months worth of work and 1000′s upon 1000′s of photos fried in a diet coke electronic fry-pan. I was one bad-hair day away from moving to the mountains and living in an ashram. I literally felt like part of me had shrivelled up and died.
I was a zombie for the entire day. Everyone kept saying to me “…but haven’t you backed up?” NO I HAVE NOT FUCKING BACKED UP! I don’t even know what backing up is? I felt just like my heroine Carrie Bradshaw when dumbarse Aiden asked her the exact same thing in Series 4. Carrie and I have so much in common it scares me.
In times of crisis such as this everyone has advice. Thank god I listened to some of it. Despite thinking the last 18 months of my life had been lost I carted my shameful arse off to a data recovery place, quietly shed a single tear as I told them my story, and waited for the verdict – two discs damaged and there was already corrosion, they would do what they could. “We’ll let you know by Friday.”
But my pain had not ended… I am SOOOOOO being punished for being a dirty drunken slut of late. Due to work being at capacity there was not a laptop to be found so I would have to go a week without. Why don’t you stab me through the heart and call me old! No laptop means no proper tweeting, no blogging, no online life. It has been HIDEOUS!!!! So hideous I can’t even tell you. Not even my iPad could console me.
But on Friday the sun began to shine again (also I called on my guardian angel for help). Firstly the data recovery people think they’ve been able to save most stuff – so joyous I can’t even describe. Whipped myself off to JB HiFi and ran through the front door yelling “Give me your biggest hard drive”. Got a very difference response tow hen I say that at the Shift. The secondly, the IT Boys came through with a new laptop. Possibly happiest day of my life.
So I sit here now caressing my new Mac and dreaming of Monday when I pick up my massive hard drive jammed packed full of St. Murphy treasures.
Never again will I pull a Carrie. Someone who lives there life online like me should always be backed-up.
And possibly should drink big glasses of Diet Coke while tapping away on their second-best friend.