So, I’m on a borrowed laptop today and I can’t find any of the freaking buttons! Mine died. Again. The little guy was trucking along so well until last week. His screen started flickering madly every morning and then he’d be fine. I reported the problem to our computer services office and received the same response I’ve been getting every time there’s a problem with my laptop. “Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re getting you a new laptop soon.”
Shyeah. They’ve been telling me that since I got this job. A. Year. Ago. I may be a natural blonde people, but even blondes aren’t that dumb.
Anyway, I returned from supersecret location this morning to find Mr. Laptop doing the same flicker routine and thought nothing of it. I kinda thought of it as his morning woody. He just needed to pee and shake it off. No problems, right? Right…until everything went black. Totally black.
Shit.
I tried restarting (because that’s what they always tell you to do) and had no luck. So I personally escorted Mr. Laptop down to computer services for some rehabilitation work. That means my fingers’ muscle memory is being frustrated by this loaner laptop.
And you notice that as soon as my laptop became a problem for me, it immediately became a “he.” Figures.
