I Hate Computers
So it's a quiet, snowy, Sunday. I'm in my pajamas drinking egg nog. I think I'll make Christmas cards this afternoon. Or something.
I've been rather bipolar lately. I'm good and happy one day and the next I'm depressed and drinking in excess. Earlier in the week Best Buy really pissed me off. So did Gateway, which is the kind of computer I have. After the blue screen of death wouldn't go away, Gateway suggested I restore my entire computer to factory default, thus erasing my entire hard drive - all my music, artwork, writing, settings, and my personal diary that I kept on a word file. It's all gone now. I backed up most of the important stuff on a thumb drive, all the stuff that wasn't on my old computer to begin with. I thought I'd be able to get everything from my old computer and move it over again. Not so. I was using the old computer for a couple of weeks since the system restore didn't actually work, but erased my hard drive anyway. The old computer was in rough shape to begin with. The battery is completely dead, so I had to make sure the thing was plugged in securely if I ever wanted to use it. Suddenly out of nowhere though, the old computer stopped responding. Even plugged in, all the lights were off. She'd had enough and went to computer hell. So my information is there, I just can't get to it, because the stupid thing won't turn on. It quickly turned into a pain in the ass going to see my dad and sister every day just to check facebook. I brought the new computer to the Geek Squad since this piece of shit is only three months old and is still under warranty. They looked at it, and then they called me and told me that they needed to install Windows again, and they needed my restore disks. I went to Best Buy and gave them the restore disks, at which point they should have told me that this procedure costs $130. Oops they leff that out! When I went to pick her up again, the Best Buy associate told me that the only problem was that my memory thing had slipped out of place, which is a hardware problem covered by my warranty. But Windows had to be reinstalled, and that involved software, which my warranty doesn't cover. The sales associate said, "They would have told you it was going to cost $130." That's funny, you'd think someone as broke as me would have remembered something like that! Anyway, I never even needed to erase my hard drive because the memory was the problem. Thanks Gateway. You may suck it.
Reluctantly I got out my debit card and paid it, same day as $650 in rent was due. It was at this point I realized any money I got in the next month would have to go to rent, and that I would not be participating in Christmas this year, and I almost cried in the Best Buy. The next few days I was incredibly depressed because not only did I have no money to speak of, but all my shit was gone forever. Not to mention all the other crap that's been thrown at me. Going to Hannaford makes me want to throw fine china, I haven't been able to figure out how to secure a sweet office job, and my family is being so retarded and stubborn and I can't say anything because I don't want to piss off Memere.
The government made me go to the career center on Thursday for some workshop about job hunting. It was me and about 30 other laid off unemployed people, including Joyce, a sassy woman I worked with at Clynk who was pretty much my favorite person there. And I felt better. Because a lot of people aren't working right now. It was good to actually see all of them. And Joyce was as sassy as usual, so that helped. The next day I had a job training workshop to go to at the same place, and there were just as many out of work people there too. A different set, even. So I'm not the only failure. At any rate, that workshop helped me figure out what to do to get a job. I was thinking I should go to Portland Adult Ed and get an office cerificate. That counts as job training, and if I get it approved, I won't have to look for work while I go to school, but I can still get the unemployment check. Sure, they won't pay for school, but I can pay for it with a part time job. Dunkin Donuts might take me back. I'm sure if I applied they'd be more than happy to have me. So on Monday I'm going to the adult ed office to talk to someone there about admissions and perhaps even financial aid. Having a plan is good. It makes me want to choke puppies less.
I've been rather bipolar lately. I'm good and happy one day and the next I'm depressed and drinking in excess. Earlier in the week Best Buy really pissed me off. So did Gateway, which is the kind of computer I have. After the blue screen of death wouldn't go away, Gateway suggested I restore my entire computer to factory default, thus erasing my entire hard drive - all my music, artwork, writing, settings, and my personal diary that I kept on a word file. It's all gone now. I backed up most of the important stuff on a thumb drive, all the stuff that wasn't on my old computer to begin with. I thought I'd be able to get everything from my old computer and move it over again. Not so. I was using the old computer for a couple of weeks since the system restore didn't actually work, but erased my hard drive anyway. The old computer was in rough shape to begin with. The battery is completely dead, so I had to make sure the thing was plugged in securely if I ever wanted to use it. Suddenly out of nowhere though, the old computer stopped responding. Even plugged in, all the lights were off. She'd had enough and went to computer hell. So my information is there, I just can't get to it, because the stupid thing won't turn on. It quickly turned into a pain in the ass going to see my dad and sister every day just to check facebook. I brought the new computer to the Geek Squad since this piece of shit is only three months old and is still under warranty. They looked at it, and then they called me and told me that they needed to install Windows again, and they needed my restore disks. I went to Best Buy and gave them the restore disks, at which point they should have told me that this procedure costs $130. Oops they leff that out! When I went to pick her up again, the Best Buy associate told me that the only problem was that my memory thing had slipped out of place, which is a hardware problem covered by my warranty. But Windows had to be reinstalled, and that involved software, which my warranty doesn't cover. The sales associate said, "They would have told you it was going to cost $130." That's funny, you'd think someone as broke as me would have remembered something like that! Anyway, I never even needed to erase my hard drive because the memory was the problem. Thanks Gateway. You may suck it.
Reluctantly I got out my debit card and paid it, same day as $650 in rent was due. It was at this point I realized any money I got in the next month would have to go to rent, and that I would not be participating in Christmas this year, and I almost cried in the Best Buy. The next few days I was incredibly depressed because not only did I have no money to speak of, but all my shit was gone forever. Not to mention all the other crap that's been thrown at me. Going to Hannaford makes me want to throw fine china, I haven't been able to figure out how to secure a sweet office job, and my family is being so retarded and stubborn and I can't say anything because I don't want to piss off Memere.
The government made me go to the career center on Thursday for some workshop about job hunting. It was me and about 30 other laid off unemployed people, including Joyce, a sassy woman I worked with at Clynk who was pretty much my favorite person there. And I felt better. Because a lot of people aren't working right now. It was good to actually see all of them. And Joyce was as sassy as usual, so that helped. The next day I had a job training workshop to go to at the same place, and there were just as many out of work people there too. A different set, even. So I'm not the only failure. At any rate, that workshop helped me figure out what to do to get a job. I was thinking I should go to Portland Adult Ed and get an office cerificate. That counts as job training, and if I get it approved, I won't have to look for work while I go to school, but I can still get the unemployment check. Sure, they won't pay for school, but I can pay for it with a part time job. Dunkin Donuts might take me back. I'm sure if I applied they'd be more than happy to have me. So on Monday I'm going to the adult ed office to talk to someone there about admissions and perhaps even financial aid. Having a plan is good. It makes me want to choke puppies less.