You’d think I would have learned my lesson after the last time my computer went kaput. In fact, I had. I setup a nightly syncing mechanism that would copy everything onto another drive on my home network. Then I started a sober house and the extra computer, and the hard drive space it included, went out the door – literally.
It was somewhat nerve wracking knowing that I was carrying around nearly my entire working life with me, but the thought that it might be destroyed was far from the forefront of my thoughts.
Well, it should have been. Friday evening my computer secumbed to some sort of virus-malware-spyware-eat-your-computer-ware that has brought my computer screeching to sloth-speed. I’ve run every single virus checker and spyware-booter I can find, and nothing has turned up an answer, or a problem for that matter, to what’s causing the problem.
The weekend was spent trying to revive the dying Dell. Further frustrations nearly drove me off my rocker. Pulling my hair out I began to realize how addicted I am to my computer. I had no choice. I broke down and drove to Best Buy, credit card in hand.
The young homo sales boy was the most eager beaver on the sales floor, and all of my questions were answered with, “Oh certainly, sir.” and “This is the top of the line,” and “You won’t find anything better elsewhere.” After a few questions I realized he was doing nothing other than reading the cards on the shelf below the demo models, and (trying) to stroke my ego.
He kept trying to sell me on a laptop case and an $80 cordless mouse. As if!
And this time I bought the accessory I should have bought years ago. The external hard drive backup. It’s cute, too 🙂