I hate being my mom's tech support. She has problems with her computer (which she just doesn't understand how to use in any real fashion) and she immediately calls me with some very vague explanation of things it's doing that fail to include any nouns so I know what she's talking about. Now apparently, she's getting some error when Windows tries to boot up about her having to run her system configuration. So...most likely, a driver got corrupted or Windows did, though the potential is there that her hard drive has bad sectors and is taking a poop on her. I need to go over there and try to re-install Windows and see if I can fix the problem. The thing is, I'm not a computer tech. I am an advanced user and I know my way around troubleshooting a pc, but she calls me in a panic and expects that I will know immediately what to do and can tell her in five words or less how to fix it over the phone. I can't. Even if I always did know exactly what she's talking about - and rarely do I - most often, it involves things that she just wouldn't have the understanding of computers and software to get into. She can't go explore through settings and figure out her attachment problem in her emails and she certainly can't navigate the re-installation of Windows. So she calls me and then when I fail to call her back, she has my sister call me and tell me to call our mom. Ugh! It may not always appear like it from the outside, but I do have other things going on in my life and I can't always be on her beck-and-call to just stop what I'm doing and rush to her house (forfeiting an entire day because there's no quick trip there, especially not when she has to come get me, take me there and then bring me home after) to see if I can solve her problems. I have my own computer problems and I can't always fix them, so why she thinks I can wave my magick wand and always instantly fix hers, I don't know.
My Own Computer Woes
Speaking of computer problems, my system is riddled with bugs. I've needed to change my OS for months now, but I'm dragging my feet to do it. I just hate having to not only re-do your pc and settings, but adjust to a new OS (I've been on Win98SE forever now and need to make the jump to WinXP) and try to re-install everything that you ever use to be sure you have it when you need it. There's compatibilty problems, there's learning curve, there's re-arranging your files since I'll be adding a new hard drive as my new primary so I don't have to back up all the stuff on my current drive...blah. It's just so much work. So, in the meantime, I have all these bugs that drive me up a damned wall. Sometimes, my copy/paste just won't work. Period. Some times, when I go to bed and turn off my monitor (but leave the pc on, not "asleep" or anything), when I wake up in the morning, it's frozen - even though it's on for more hours during the day then overnight without freezing. Sometimes it crashes. Sometimes it just freaks out on me. Right now my mouse is fucked up and keeps rolling way down to the bottom-right of the screen (there it goes again) without anyone touching it for no reason. ARG. Fucking thing. But at the same time.......I drag my feet. Better the bugs and problems I know then the ones I don't? *shrugs* It drives me up a wall and yet, I just don't want that week or so of change and re-adjustment, so I stall and stall and get more and more annoyed.
Ok, it's definatly fucked up. I have a trackball and I just took the ball out and it still moved itself way down to the bottom right corner. Arg!
A Place to Call Home
My friend Rand closes on his house tomorrow. He's so nervous. I think it's cool that he's getting a house though. I know he is too, it's just really daunting. The people move out Friday, so he can get in there for the first time as it's owner on Saturday. He's not moving this weekend - has painting to do first (the people were older and had the sitting room in sea foam green for example) - but it'll still be his. He had off yesterday and we ran to the furnature store to look for a dinning room table for him and Best Buy for a tv (he didn't buy anything; he's waiting until he has a move-in date to know when he needs delivery) and he still has to get all his stuff out of storage. It's going to be a lot of work, but I think he's really proud. I'm proud of him too.
Damn the Devils to Hell - oh wait, NJ is Hell. Nevermind
So, by now, everyone knows the NJ Devils won the Stanley Cup. Boo. Hiss. I hate the Devils. I never thought I'd root for Disney On Ice...er, the Ducks, but I sure was rooting for them over the Devils. NJ beat out Boston in the first round (my Love's favorite team) and the Lightning in the second. We had plenty of reason to hate them this year. Then the crowd had to go and be a dick - they actually had the fucking nerve to boo when the Ducks goalie was awarded the Conn Smythe Trophy. They had already won the Cup, and they were so nasty as to boo because the other team's goalie was given a much-deserved award? This was like the highlight of this man's career - a great achievement - and they booed him.
The announcement that an opposing player had won the Conn Smythe, which had gone to Devils Claude Lemieux and Scott Stevens in past Devil championship seasons, wasn't greeted warmly by the sellout crowd of 19,040, but the reception warmed considerably when the fans saw the members of their team, waiting to receive the Stanley Cup, applauding Giguere.
Yeah, if you consider the ENTIRE CROWD BOOING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS not being greeted "warmly." What asses.
You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here
Well, my fingers are bothering me again (they hurt a lot lately and I worry that there's joint problems like arthritis - which can happen at any age. An added frustration to the fact I have a ton of data entry work to finish for Rand's mom so I can get paid, but my hands hurt SO MUCH when I type right now, I want to cry.) and the mouse issue is frustrating as hell, so here I close. Ta ta for now.
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 6/11/2003 04:05:58 PM ~
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