to check my e-mail, check my bank account, and make
sure I had the fundage to get a new HD and an
enclosure for same, plus take it to the local geek
shop to get the thing looked at.
The plan was that they would take their copy of XP
Home, and reinstall it on the new HD using my (legit!)
key that I got with the machine from the BOfD. Then,
old HD + enclosure + antivirals like woah = OT3 for
That was the plan. But I came in to work like a
zombie, noticed the break room closure, wound up
leading the one n00b (the guy who'd dealt with the
abused child on the phones and called in the mechanism
of the workplace to let the local police know) back
through fulfillment into the back break room to stash
his stuff in the refrigerator... and wound up talking
to the Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek. (Since the Trendy
Chick calls him Turbo, I will probably start calling
him that in here too, because that is a far shorter
name and it suits him.) He said, from the description,
that it was probably a HD issue, he doesn't trust
Dell's diagnostics, and to go ahead and bring it in
and he could see if he could recover any data! Sweet!
"I'll bring it right in," I said, and
disappeared back to the bullpen, retrieved Thalia from
my backpack, and marched back cradling her, with a big
ol' grin on my face. "You in love?" our team's trainee
asked. "Yep!" I said, and patted Thalia.
Turbo asked after her NIC and explained that that's
how he slurps the data out. He wanted to know how old
she is, because the standard is internal wireless now.
Her NIC wasn't standard, but he said he'd dig around
and see if he could find drivers.
(a bit later)
"Check this out," he said. "The moment I plugged it in
and started downloading, it said it had bad sectors on
there. So I'm forcing it to go sector by sector..."
He's getting it onto like 5 DVDs for me, and he'll see
if he can't get the HD shipped back to them, being as
My thought? Call up the BOfD, get my unnecessary
software support charges reversed (!!!), ship the damn
HD back to them and get a replacement under my fucking
hardware warranty, recommend further diagnostics for
the hardware team, give Customer Service praise to the
hardware girl I talked to (she and I had a great time
with each other; I gave a dramatic recitation of the
Queen of Wands "This is TECHNICAL. I need a MAN!"
strip; we giggled) and see if I can get something for
my time and trouble, because OMG STRESS!
Meanwhile, I may well go and get a new HD and then
come back here. Because, wow.
I need to refine my UnF spreadsheet. There are new
things we need to do. OMG stressz0rs.