My computer crashed. More specifically, my hard drive died and to make things worse, the computer guy I took it to told me he couldn’t recover any of my data. He also assumed that I had backed up all my files and important information. I had not. So I had to take my dead hard drive to a company that specialized in data recovery. They told me if the recovery process was impossible then no fee would be charged. However, if the data was recovered then I would be charged $300. It’s times like this when I wish I had sat in the correct TV chair, to have absorb all the essential knowledge, wisdom and skills needed for the CII promotional interview.
So, after waitin’ five agonizin’ days, I was notified that all my data had been successfully recovered. Whew, that was close.
So what’s worse – inflamed hemorrhoids or a broken computer? I’d rather have the hemorrhoids. Like it or not, I’m attached to my computer. Not havin’ the ability to do my bankin’ was the hard part and like a drug, I actually went through withdrawals, with severe periods of anxiety, migraine headaches and depression. Of course you should have seen me when our microwave died. How in the heck do I make my instant coffee?
Finally, my computer seemed to be workin’ fine, except for my email. After talkin’ for 20 minutes with someone in Malaysia and getting’ nowhere, I called my computer guy who told me I probably signed in to my email with the wrong user name. I then signed on with the correct information and bingo, I was made whole again.
You know, I spent way more time than I wanted, but when I finally got everythin’ workin’ again I felt like I had come out of rehab. My headaches disappeared, my appetite returned, my blood pressure went back down and I actually walked around with a smile on my face.
I don’t have nine lives and if this ever happens again, well, I may not survive. You know, I’m goin’ to contact the Relief Association and get the insurance code so if this does happen again I can file a medical claim!