There is a time honored adage that suggests we never really
appreciate something (someone?) until it is gone. The truth of this postulate,
unfortunately, is not likely to be tested until that fateful occurrence by
which we lose what we then realize was so cherished.
What I like about you
You hold me tight
Tell me I’m the only one
Wanna come over tonight
Last week I came dangerously close to losing a very dear
friend, my computer. On Sunday afternoon, I was apparently looking where I
should not have been and acquired a rather nasty virus. This particular malware hijacked my Fujitsu,
claimed I had committed some amorphous federal crime and was holding me hostage
for a $300 fee in exchange for relinquishing control of my dear, dear friend.
You’re whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna hear
‘Cause that’s true
That’s what I like about you
What I like about you
You really know how to dance
When you go up, down, jump around
Think about true romance
You’re whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna hear
‘Cause that’s true
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
Luckily, Fry’s technical service and repair department,
unlike most hospital emergency rooms, is not inundated by a swarm of desperate,
drunken bar-b-cue incident victims. We
did not have to wait long for assistance. I presented Fuji (I don’t really call
my computer Fuji, but I figured this gesture would serve to heighten the sense
of pathos. Writers, can’t live with ‘em,
can’t make them live in the real world!).
The technician dutifully listened to my tale of woe. He turned on the computer and examined the
offending screen image. He restarted it
and began furiously mashing keys. He
repeated this procedure several times and, with each iteration, delayed the hijacking
of the boot-up just a bit longer. “I
think we can extract and rebuild your data, then remove the virus from your
hard disk,” he said, offhandedly, “We have to charge a fee for that. Is that
what you want to do?”
What I like about you
You keep me warm at night
Never wanna let you go
Know you make me feel alright
“When will that be done?” I queried, hopefully.
“Should be done tomorrow, we’ll call when it’s ready.”
My patience
evaporated on Thursday and I dropped in to Fry’s to check the progress of the victim. I spoke to a technician previously unknown to
me who read from a computer screen, “Backed up hard drive, removed virus.” He turned his attention to me and said that
the next step would be to reinstall the recaptured data and test it. He could
not tell me where the responsible technician was at that moment, but assured me
the process would take no more than two hours.
The machine should be ready by tomorrow (Friday).
I called Friday. I
called Saturday. Sunday, I decided to
drop in again. My original technician
was there, but he had passed the machine off to another to do the
reinstall. The case notes stated he had
begun the reinstall but did not indicate successful conclusion. He wandered off to find the patient. He brought it to the counter, the hard drive
not installed. “I don’t know what the status is. I can drop the hard drive in and see if it starts.”
“Please do!” With
bated breath, I waited. Then, Daffy Duck
(my desktop wallpaper) popped into view.
One by one, the icons settled into their regimented positions. He launched Internet Explorer and, voila, there was connectivity. The
angels sang.
You’re whispering in my ear
Tell me all things that I wanna hear
‘Cause that’s true
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
What was it like to live for a week without the
internet? It was horrendous. Now those of you who really know me well will
not be surprised to read that I consider myself something of a loner. I have few people I really consider
friends. And being isolated from them
(e-mail is my main communications medium) really brought home how important
they are.
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
That’s what I like about you
I had always wondered what Daffy the Traveling Troubadour was singing and now I know. Rock N’ Roll at its best!
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this post. This is a waking nightmare for me - lost of data. I crossed over to the dark side a few years back and bought a Mac and I have an auto back device in the house so my data is always backed up.
ReplyDeleteA few years back a writer friend told me her computer died... and she didn't have it backed up properly and she lost years of writing. It was a sobering moment for me. I digressed. Glad your 'Fuji' is back.