Hell is my HardDrive

You think your life sucks? Well, hardy-har-har. Mine sucks more. You know why? Because two years ago, Ian managed to lodge two disks into my shiny, new laptop. How do you get two disks out of a laptop. You don’t. You just sit there and beat up your spouse for letting the toddler use your laptop without supervision. He’s only two, for God’s sake. Then, for the next couple of years, you bring up it repeatedly as proof of the poor character and uncaring nature of your spouse. It’s in the owner’s manual.

One of the two disks was a kiddie game. No biggie. The other disk was the only copy of my dissertation, plus most of the papers completed in graduate school. And now I need a copy of the dissertation.

So, I’m spending the afternoon, copying everything off my hard drive onto a super small flash drive and walking across the room to my husband’s computer, saving the five files and then copying some more, back and forth. Why the fuck do I have so many digital photographs? Why did I decide to reduce clutter in my file cabinet and just save all academic papers on my hard drive?

When I finish this task, then I have to go the Apple geniuses who are every so fond of calling themselves geniuses, and get them to extract the two disks for $200.

I blame Steve.

5 thoughts on “Hell is my HardDrive

  1. heh. just a little frustrated. That back and forth copying wasn’t working. It was like trying to empty a bucket with a teaspoon. So, I decided to throw some money at the problem and talked to people about varioius storage options. I think I’m going to sign up for Apple’s .Mac program. For $100 a year, you can store 4 gigs online. It also does automatic backups. With all the crap on my harddrive, I have to do something more serious than flashdrives.

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  2. The .mac is good stuff. I back up my personal stuff every night up to them. Oh, and that’s where I keep my blog, my philanthropic group’s website, and my public photo albums, too.

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