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Blue Screen of Death
May. 3rd, 2013 07:04 pmThis is the first time I've actually seen a computer do this and mean it. :-(
Work comp died on me after a few days of being awkward. "See? I told you I was sick." I had to move to somebody else's desk (they weren't there) and use theirs. Simple? No. Logging on to one's own station is almost automatic. Logon somewhere else and you have to remember all the passwords. This with urgent stuff needing to be finished and me not knowing if the work had been saved to Cortex. It had. Very intense, uncomfortable hour and some. I don't do real-time pressure very well. So, very tired and about to conk after I medicate the rats who need it.
I did not have a good time. IT have announced that my former comp is definitely dead as a dodo and I'll be getting another one. Sometime.
Del, if you're reading this, I'm about to quote you. I'm thinking of the thing you said once where someone is miserable and someone else says, "'Smile and be happy, things could be worse.' So I smiled and was happy and they were worse!"
The gulag is no one's happy place but I had my corner desk with the partitions for privacy, set up how I liked it, and abruptly I'm catapulted out of it! I can hear Sheldon saying, "But it's my spot."
Work comp died on me after a few days of being awkward. "See? I told you I was sick." I had to move to somebody else's desk (they weren't there) and use theirs. Simple? No. Logging on to one's own station is almost automatic. Logon somewhere else and you have to remember all the passwords. This with urgent stuff needing to be finished and me not knowing if the work had been saved to Cortex. It had. Very intense, uncomfortable hour and some. I don't do real-time pressure very well. So, very tired and about to conk after I medicate the rats who need it.
I did not have a good time. IT have announced that my former comp is definitely dead as a dodo and I'll be getting another one. Sometime.
Del, if you're reading this, I'm about to quote you. I'm thinking of the thing you said once where someone is miserable and someone else says, "'Smile and be happy, things could be worse.' So I smiled and was happy and they were worse!"
The gulag is no one's happy place but I had my corner desk with the partitions for privacy, set up how I liked it, and abruptly I'm catapulted out of it! I can hear Sheldon saying, "But it's my spot."