hard driven

This is a good day. I have my computer back. And while happy, I still feel the injury of the extended absence and am somewhat fragile from the loss. But still, I'm dance-in-my-underwear relieved, and I know I'll heal. I'm not only happy for me, however. No, selflessly, SO selflessly, graciously even, I'm also quite relieved for the technician who was working on it, because now I don't have to call the heavens to come crashing down on his head. Now I don't have to buy a voodoo doll and draw his face on it and poke it with pins all weekend long. No, now I'm lighting candles for his family, chanting prayers for his continued health and starting a Christmas card list, just do I can add him to it.

I'm almost too tired to relive the drama of it, but here's the general gist of the week-long conversation boiled down into a few short lines:

ME: The screen went blue. It says "Hard Error." I think it's the hard drive.
HIM: I checked the hard drive. It's not the hard drive. I gave you a new DVD drive and that should fix it.
ME: The screen went blue again. It says "Hard Error." I think it's the hard drive.
HIM: I checked the hard drive. It's not the hard drive. I'm upgrading your system to Windows XP. That should fix it.
ME: The screen went blue again. It says "Hard Error." I think it's the hard drive.
HIM: It shouldn't be doing that.
ME: I know. That's why I keep calling you.
HIM: I think it's the hard drive.

And indeed it was.