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Running Windows XP, service pack 2, this morning, in the midst of work I decide to power down the computer.
I haven't powered it down for a few days, choosing to hibernate instead, I've been busy with projects and like to keep the folders, files and websites I'm working on up when I log in. But the computer has gotten slow, IE has begun to freeze and crash, and so I think it's time for a reboot.
And when the screen reappears I'm confronted with the "Blue Screen of Death."
Windows can't find an essential file in Windows\System32\Config\System folder. "The file .... is missing or corrupt".
This is not good news.
And I frantically try and remember when I last did a full backup of the computer. Not so long ago, but I'm working every day and the thought of losing even a days work is frightening.
Terrifying, in fact.
My passwords are on the computer. All 129 of them, every one different, randomly generated alpha-numeric and ascii. Email, websites, administration.
And so I attempt to repair it, it asks me for some "Windows backup recovery floppy disk" - in large DOS type characters somewhat centered in the middle of a blue screen, only somewhat centered, oddly enough every other line seems to be a few characters off center to the left or right.
I don't have a floppy drive.
I don't have the required disk, either, and I have every DVD that came with the bloody computer. One of the few times I've every run a legitimate version of windows and the supplied inventory of disks aren't doing the job. Drivers on one disk, windows on another, trying disk after disk, each one rejected by the blue screen of death.
I remember when I did technical support, the blue screen to the computer was the end of the road. If there were no disks in the drives only the onsite people could fix it. And reviewing the case notes, most of the time they didn't.
SO I try the backup computer, a garage sale find for $2.00, but it won't recognize the network connection, and I can't get online to troubleshoot the network connection. Maybe it's the computer. Or maybe it needs a Shaw high speed installation disk. Can't be too fussy for a toonie.
I'm going from terrified to pissed off. Mentally I'm wondering who to blame for this catastrophe, I've decided it will be my brother. He got me started on this whole computer thing, he can suffer my wrath. And he worked for Dell, which makes him a co-conspirator. If he doesn't own up to it I'll blame his wife. But it's important I blame someone.
I'd call him, but his number's on the computer.
I'd email him, but....
And so I repeat the steps over and over again, inserting various disks, trying to get the PC to boot off one of the dozens of drivers, utilities and windows disks I have laying around. I have to be careful I don't reinstall the operating system, as this would be bad. Very bad.
Eventually I eject the disks finally and do a reboot without; the computer comes back, working again. "For how long...." I wonder.
And after this close call there are the inevitable hours spent backing up all my information from the disk. All of it. Every last bit. Well, not ALL of it, but everything I'd miss.
Then it's back to work.
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It's easy when you work from home. You don't need to dress up for work, and so you don't, you stay in all day, in PJ's or sweats sipping coffee.
It's a good life, there's no office politics, no commute you reflect as you sip your fourth cup of coffee for the day and wonder if it's still too early for a nap. You stop shaving, first every other day, then only whenever you remember, your new "time management" strategy, time saved shaving is time that can be used on projects. And bathing isn't so important, when you don't see people every day, and so you save time and money by not running the hot water.
The beard and hair grow longer, but you're not too concerned, you can get it cut the next time you're downtown.
And you love this working from home, no laundry for the dry cleaners, your schedule's your own, until one day you have to run downtown and you notice the homeless are guarding their shopping carts from you, are they afraid you might steal their bottles? And somebody you don't know offers to buy you a coffee, finally you run into an ex co-worker who stops you to chat, she's concerned, and you see yourself in the reflection of a window behind her, the uncomfortable realization growing, a painful flash of self consciousness....
You've let yourself go.
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I have 2 cars. The first, an blue 80's Chrysler Daytona. A friend gave it to me about 4 years ago, it's been a good car, I've put around 80, 000 Km on it with a minimum of maintenance, 2 alternators, a tune up, runs great. But the doors have stopped opening, or to be more precise, closing, when you open them they fall down off the hinges, and so we keep them closed and hop in through the windows. Apparently this is a common thing for this car. "It's Cool" I tell the kids, but I don't think they believe me. What parent is an authority on "cool"? And the electric's are a bit funny, and so the windows don't always close when you're inside and the speedometer doesn't always work, but these are small things, it's a good car, it runs great. A couple of months ago, though, it got a flat, and so I parked it in the driveway, it's been filling with snow and leaves ever since.
TO fill in the gap a friend gave me her old car, a black 90's Volkswagon Jetta, she had just bought a new car, "this car", she warns me, "could die at any moment", and so forwarned gives me the keys. And I've been driving instead, flagrantly disloyal to the blue car, the children liking the novelty of getting in through the doors, the boy had been getting self-conscious of jumping in through the windows of the old car when I picked him up from school (he wasn't buying my arguments about how this was "Character building", he saw it as proof instead of my lack of worldly success). And he's sort of proud that I've got this new car, this Volksagon, his mom has one too, so I must be coming along in the world.
At first the black car sort of runs OK, but not really, it over-revs, my door and the windows stop working as soon as I take possession, the engine smokes as if it's on fire whenever I stop for a red light or get stuck in traffic. But it's better than nothing. Soon, however, the cars fate is sealed, the transmission dies, there is no prospect of affording another, it's beyond repair, time for me to call the Kidney foundation, or that number I found tucked under the windscreen - 'Cars Towed by Vince'...."how could they tell?" I wonder.....
I'm pissed off. I've just filled it with gas, with antifreeze, I checked the transmission fluid, but it's always the way.
I have 2 cars, but I'll be taking the bus.
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As rent is a little tight this month I have decided to partner with myself and raise some money through advertising revenue.
Counting on the fact that my website attracts an erudite and scholarly readership, I have to confess that I have a rare, savant-like ability to generate random numbers. This was discovered at an early age, when the 20 sided di rolled down a deep, dark and smoldering vent during a fast-paced and action packed game of Dungeons & Dragons, I became "The Di", generating at will random numbers for my fellow players.
While I no longer play Dungeons & Dragons, this is a skill I have exercised regularly and kept up with. Currently I'm able to generate entirely random numbers in excess of 10, 000 digits, which is no small feat. If you're in doubt, try it.
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Frequently people will ask me how I manage to get so much done in a day.
The trick is, of course, to get absolutely nothing done.
First, you start with the dishes - if there are still unused dishes in the cupboards, or at a nearby thrift store, then the dishes don't need to be done.
Laundry is the same. If there's still clean clothing to be worn, laundry obviously doesn't need to be done. And of course, what with all the semi-clean laundry strewn about the floor, there's no way you can make the bed. Or even find it, but I tend to search harder for it in the evening than in the morning.
Work, unfortunately, has to get done. After coffee. So get the coffee done first, and then worry about getting work done.
Once you have the coffee done, before starting on the work you need a plan. Maybe a plan for the work, maybe a plan for the day. But nothing gets done without a plan. I find a cigarette with my coffee helps me to work out a plan in my head.
Often at this point I get distracted by all the things other people feel I should get done. Like the dishes and the laundry. But through careful disciplined thought I'm able to get these distractions out of my head....I've got my coffee, so I can't REALLY need to do the dishes. And the fact that I'm dressed, outside on the porch smoking, is proof that the laundry situation isn't as bad as I thought.
So I get back to my plan. Sometimes, if I'm really organized, I write the plan down. A list of things to get done.
If I'm lucky at this point the phone rings. Sometimes it doesn't so I keep working on the list.
There's the work that needs to get done. And if I'm smart I'll break up the work into little bite-sized "chunks" so I can scratch them off my list when I get them done. Then there's the blogging. A big list of things I should blog about. And some art projects that have stalled. So little lists grow and grow and sometimes grow some more until they become big or giant lists and I start to get discouraged. There's the shopping lists, can't forget those. The list of bills. The list of projects and the list of things that need to get done on each project. The emails that have to be sent out. The list of birthdays and special occasions.
Once I have my list ready I make myself another pot of coffee. The first one was good, but nothing will get done until I've had at least 2.
I could empty the compost, I note, as I throw away the grounds, but that's not really a listable thing to do, so I just push it down a little bit more in the bucket and consider it done.
Now I think I should have written it down, because if I had I'd be able to scratch it off the list of things that need to get done and feel good about how productive I am. And I review the list and I prioritize things, because that's how really efficient people get things done. I write down deadlines or dates beside the things I need to get done. And I try to prioritize things according to their relative importance. Work things are always #1. Blogging, writing and artwork always seem to come in last. Still, with luck, if I work hard I can get them done too...
Now by now I've probably checked my email and there are a few people wondering if I've got things done. I haven't put this on my lists, but I answer all my emails and tell people that I'm busy doing their things or will be doing their things shortly and they can count on me getting them done.
They trust me because I'm so organized and good at getting things done.
Then, because I'm now already on the computer I begin to check the news. I like to be well informed.