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Here we are at the final episode of What Every Freelance Writer Hates. Well, I don’t need to tell you that I spent the rest of that evening feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve or like an adult on the eve of starting a new job. Many questions ran through my head, like:
 
Would I like this computer?
Would I miss the second cd/dvd drive?
Would Abdul really manage to get all of my thousands of favorites transferred to my new little baby?
Will I miss the floppy drive?
What am  going to do with all of my floppy disks?
 
I’m kind of a Sony loyalist, so I was feeling a little bit like Benedict Arnold. Despite being to nervous to sleep I was up relatively early the next morning. I sat on my hands while I waited for ‘the call’.
 
‘Abdul said he’d call first thing in the morning, why hasn’t he called?’ I kept thinking of the time I was wasting. I could be working right now if I had my computer. As a freelancer every minute counts. When I couldn’t take not knowing any longer, I called Best Buy just to find out what their store hours were. That wasn’t too pathetic, was it? It was 9 in the morning and the recording told me that they didn’t open till 10. At least now I knew why Abdul hadn’t called yet.
 
To make time travel, I took my shower and got ready for the defining moment. I was now dressed and only had my hair to contend with. With curling iron in hand, the phone rang. I dashed through the house like OJ racing through the airport in his pre-spousal murder trial days. I picked up the phone hoping I didn’t sound too eager. To someone looking in from the outside, you’d think I was waiting for that hot date to call. I did have a hot date, and he would be faster than anything I had ever seen before. I would even bring him home on the first night.
 
Lucky for me, my marathon to the fun wasn’t in vain, it was a member of the Geeks Squad from Best Buy. He casually advised me that my computer was ready for pick up. I was beyond excited. My computer was ready and it was still early in the day. I might get some work done after all. I told him I would be right over and hung up the phone. So much for not sounding too eager.
 
I made it to Best Buy in under 20 minutes and in order to calm myself down, I went looking around the computer department again. I thought I would buy that media drive to assist in backing up my work, but unfortunately, they don’t sell fast enough to warrant Best Buy keeping them on hand. So I picked up USB launch pad and headed back to the Geeks Squad counter. I got my computer and passed the security check on the way out.
 
I was nervous walking out with the computer in my arms. Good thing it was small since I had to juggle it with the shopping bag, my purse and my car keys. I sat the CPU box on the roof of my car, unlocked it and carefully opened the hatchback.  I gingerly placed the box in the trunk, got in the car and drove home.
 
So much for plug and play. When I got home I had to adjust to Vista and also install my printer, tax software and other gizmos. It took me most of the day. But this computer was faster than anything I had seen in a long time.
 
I sat my old Sony hard drive aside, finished installing my wireless mouse and wireless keyboard. And then like a kid with a new toy train, I tested everything out. I was beyond excited. And what seemed like a huge setback became an incredible leap forward.
 
Shortly after, I picked up the shell that was my Sony Vaio and placed it out to pasture in my garage. It took me a week to finally hoist it into my garbage bin. I kept the hard drive so the Sony’s soul was not in trash. It had served me will for much longer than it should have considering it was refurbished when I got it.
 
Good bye dear friend. It’s time to retire to that big computer graveyard in the sky.

What Every Freelance Writer Dreads

Yes, it happened to me. My Sony Vaio which was more than six years old finally bit the dust. I have to admit, it had some help. You see, it was running real slow. I mean REAL slow and IE kept crashing. After having it reconfigured a few months ago, I was more than a little fed up. I am by no means a patient person.

So I figured I would add some RAM, since I was constantly using all 512 MB of RAM, the full capacity my Sony Vaio had. I had input memory before. Yup, I successfully added memory to my faithful Packard Bell back in the day. How hard could adding more memory be?

What’s that cliche? Famous last words? Absolutely!

There’s no getting to this climax fast but I’ll do my best.

I found my computer spec sheet and took it to Best Buy. After a few minutes mulling around the computer department a nice man finally came up and asked if he could assist. Exasperated and clueless, I was already standing in front of the memory wall. I handed him my spec sheet and asked which memory card I needed. He handed me a package I had just set down only moments before he walked up.

I took it home and began my task. It took a some time to figure out how to get the cover off. Once I had popped off the side of the tower case, I now had to figure out how to insert the memory card. There were some slots within easy reach but of course they were not the right size. Finally, I realized I had to remove this big silver box before I could reach the memory card slots. I would later find out that big silver box housed my 80GB hard drive. (Yes, 80GB, don’t laugh. I said it was over 6 years old!)

There were only two slots and both were being occupied. It took another minute or two or three before I realized that I had to remove one of the existing memory cards before inserting the new 512KB memory card I had just purchased. Instead of doubling my memory from 512 to 1024, I was only going to be increasing it by 256K. I was little annoyed to say the least. Figuring there was only one way to put the memory card in, I popped it in, closed the case and plugged it in. I turned it on only to recognize a electrical burning smell and a high pitched beep emanating from the computer. I’m no computer geek, but even I knew that couldn’t be good.

I pulled the power cord out of the back of the computer and reopened the case. I flipped the memory card around and closed it back up. Unfortunately, the damage had been done. When I plugged it back in, there was no smell but that annoying high pitched beep persisted.

On the verge of upset I did what ever self-respecting woman does. I called my mother. She use to work at a hospital computer help desk for over twenty years before she had her stroke. She’s about 90% better, but the stress of returning to work was not a good idea. In describing my dilemma I managed to keep a dry face, but she agreed that I probably fried the mother board. After listening for ten minutes while she talked about the events of her day, I finally hung up and went back to Best Buy with my fried Sony Vaio in tow.

I walked up to the Geeks Squad representative and described the symptoms.

” Beep? uh huh. Oh, smell? That’s not good” He said
Of course that wasn’t good! He suggested that since my unit was so old (in computer years) it would be best to just replace it. Then he went on to tell me that the data from my hard drive could still be transferred to the new computer. I could have kissed him on the spot!

I went out to my car and drove it to the curb. Feeling my luck about to change, I had the hip hop music blaring. I got out of the car and met him at the trunk of my car. I motioned to the passenger seat and met him on the car’s passenger side. He laughed when I opened the door. You see, the computer was laying on its side like an open-faced sandwich with it’s guts on display for all to see.

“Ah, a Sony Vaio” he said. With a flick of his fingers he had extracted my hard drive from the tower’s mutilated core. I parked the car and then met him inside.

After filling out some paperwork, I wandered around the computer department clueless as to what to do next.

Stay tuned for the conclusion of What Every Freelance Writer Dreads…..