black screen of death – suicide computers
The desktop computer I was planning to use wasn’t stolen. Phew!
Our IT department had a super-hero taking-out the hard drive and getting my stuff on a working (Apple) hard drive, in less than 30 minutes. Though I suspect that actually having an external boot disc for the computer would have been much quicker. But who uses external boot CD’s these days?!
After such a dramatic ‘where’s my computer gone’ day at work I was relieved to be home. The Cupboard had other ideas. She was considering a sympathy suicide. She leapt to the floor. Bollocks. She may have shown me a blue screen of death, but all I can remember was this monochrome thing when I attempted a reboot to fix it. She’s defintiely passed away.
Dad has always claimed that I have special powers over electrical equipment. He’s an electrician, he knows these things. He says I can break electrical goods by merely looking at them. I was never allowed to go near electrical equipment as a child. At least it was for a good reason, not like – ‘you can’t do that you’re a girl’. My life experience suggests that dad was onto something.
Hooray! New toy!
What should I get? ipad? Chrome thingy? Surface thingy?