Life treats me well on Occasion
So in the middle of last week during Spring Break my laptop decides that it's upset with me and the backlight on the LCD panel dies. Great. So the image is still there but you can't see it unless it's under bright lighting. I give good ol' Dell a call and they send me a box. The problem comes in that in the time it will take for the laptop to make its roundtrip through repairs I'll have headed back to school. I tell the Dell rep about this and she says she'll change the address for me so that they will ship me the empty box to my home address and return the computer to the school address. If everything goes well this is perfect, but I fear Dell's inability to do something like this correctly. I finish the week laptop-less, which isn't a problem because my desktop is generally in good working order. Except of course for the day after I send off the laptop. The desktop decides that it's going to follow the laptop and refuses to boot giving me a BIOS beep code indicating that there is a problem with my RAM. WTF. I open it up and check to see if the RAM is loose, which it isn't. Then I try moving it to a different slot. No soap. Move it to the last memory slot and huzzah it works. Evidently, 2 out of the 3 memory slots on my motherboard are fried somehow. The machine boots now so I don't really care, but it makes me wonder if the mobo is bad or if I have demon RAM that is killing the slots. The remaining few days of break went well without any further computer problems.
More bad things: Last night I'm packing up and getting ready to go to the airport and I check my e-mail one last time and notice that Orbitz sent me an e-mail to let me know that my flight has been delayed by 30 minutes. Joy. So I hang around home for a little longer and then head off to the airport. No problems at the airport, no lines to speak of, no problems at security. Sit down at the gate and wait. We board the plane slightly more than 30 minutes after the original departure time as planned. 30 more minutes pass and we're still on the ground for whatever reason, making my flight now about an hour late. Well, I've got a connection to make in Cincinnati with a window of what was an hour and fifteen minutes. I now have about 15 minutes to run to my next flight. Even if I make it odds are my luggage won't. Get off the plane in Cincinnati and start running. I pass by the screens and check where I'm running to: Terminal C, Gate 63. Where am I now? Terminal B. I need to take a shuttle to get to Terminal C. To add insult to injury, I notice a sign next to the screens: "All flights stop boarding 15 minutes prior to scheduled departure time." You're fucking kidding me, right? I run to the gate anyway hoping I'll make it as they close the door. And then things start looking up. I get to the gate, they're still boarding, not even last call yet. I head on through and get on the plane. I'm convinced at this point my luggage will be on the next flight and realize that my backpack is in my suitcase which has my workbooks for Japanese class which I'll need. Crap. A few minutes pass and then the pilot announces that we're waiting for a few more suitcases to be loaded because a connecting flight was late. Sweet, that's totally my bag. Flight is a little delayed, but not by much and I'll still get into Rochester in time to unpack and go to class. Get to Rochester, bag is on of the first off the carousel and I head to school. Sit down at my desk and pull up my e-mail on my Shuttle and notice that I have a package at the post office. I run over there and it's my laptop with perfect timing.
So despite many problems and lots of stress everything has worked itself out in my favor recently. It's good to be lucky from time to time.
More bad things: Last night I'm packing up and getting ready to go to the airport and I check my e-mail one last time and notice that Orbitz sent me an e-mail to let me know that my flight has been delayed by 30 minutes. Joy. So I hang around home for a little longer and then head off to the airport. No problems at the airport, no lines to speak of, no problems at security. Sit down at the gate and wait. We board the plane slightly more than 30 minutes after the original departure time as planned. 30 more minutes pass and we're still on the ground for whatever reason, making my flight now about an hour late. Well, I've got a connection to make in Cincinnati with a window of what was an hour and fifteen minutes. I now have about 15 minutes to run to my next flight. Even if I make it odds are my luggage won't. Get off the plane in Cincinnati and start running. I pass by the screens and check where I'm running to: Terminal C, Gate 63. Where am I now? Terminal B. I need to take a shuttle to get to Terminal C. To add insult to injury, I notice a sign next to the screens: "All flights stop boarding 15 minutes prior to scheduled departure time." You're fucking kidding me, right? I run to the gate anyway hoping I'll make it as they close the door. And then things start looking up. I get to the gate, they're still boarding, not even last call yet. I head on through and get on the plane. I'm convinced at this point my luggage will be on the next flight and realize that my backpack is in my suitcase which has my workbooks for Japanese class which I'll need. Crap. A few minutes pass and then the pilot announces that we're waiting for a few more suitcases to be loaded because a connecting flight was late. Sweet, that's totally my bag. Flight is a little delayed, but not by much and I'll still get into Rochester in time to unpack and go to class. Get to Rochester, bag is on of the first off the carousel and I head to school. Sit down at my desk and pull up my e-mail on my Shuttle and notice that I have a package at the post office. I run over there and it's my laptop with perfect timing.
So despite many problems and lots of stress everything has worked itself out in my favor recently. It's good to be lucky from time to time.