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Today was going all too well for recent experience with multi-appointment days. It had promised to be a doozy: three definite appointments, close to seven hours apart in three different towns in and around Rochester, with several other see-us-when-you-get-there's in the city and two other towns thrown in for good measure. Somehow, all of these appointments went off well, starting and ending on time, and in gorgeous if seasonable mid-autumn weather.
At the second-to-last of them, I discovered that my guru would not be able to deliver the Thinkpads (Thinkspad?) he'd been expecting to have in by today. However, he did have a Toshiba in stock and ready to roll straight out the door, and he even offered to let me take it home and test-drive it until either another one like it was ready or the Thinkpads (Padthais?) finally arrived. His assistant even activated the Vista, updated the antivirus, and threw in an extra 2 gig memory card right before I left. I even used it on the fly while I was waiting to look up some information online that helped me settle a case I had on my Calendar from Hell next week.
It's all good, huh.
Well, until walking in the door here, it was. Emily was not pleased about the short wait for the second unit, and really didn't even want to see the one I'd brought home with Eleanor's name on it. Finally, though, she came out to have a look.... at a lovely and powerful laptop that wouldn't freakin boot.
Calls were made. Keyboards were suspected. Screws were removed. Ultimately, calls were dropped, and I was left in a black cloud of would-coulda-shoulda about not just taking the damn thing when it did work on the factory floor instead of letting them "help" me with the extra memory.
Ultimately, though, I was the one who kicked Bill Gates's ass. I stuck with my hypothesis about the problem being with one of the memory cards, since it worked fine before that switchout occurred, and after some fairly stupid fumbling with the pins to remove the things, I turned it back on with only the 2-gig card in the slot, and, after about two seconds of nothing,....
Dung-dung-da-ding!, said the new laptop.
That's the sound I was waiting to hear, said Vinny.
FTW!, said I.
So Eleanor will no longer have a flatscreen laptop- its shot hinges causing the monitor to lay flat in the same plane as the keyboard- and by early next week, Emily's even older laptop will be upgraded, too. Hell, I'll probably have the oldest beast in the house- and I couldn't be damn happier about it:)
Today was going all too well for recent experience with multi-appointment days. It had promised to be a doozy: three definite appointments, close to seven hours apart in three different towns in and around Rochester, with several other see-us-when-you-get-there's in the city and two other towns thrown in for good measure. Somehow, all of these appointments went off well, starting and ending on time, and in gorgeous if seasonable mid-autumn weather.
At the second-to-last of them, I discovered that my guru would not be able to deliver the Thinkpads (Thinkspad?) he'd been expecting to have in by today. However, he did have a Toshiba in stock and ready to roll straight out the door, and he even offered to let me take it home and test-drive it until either another one like it was ready or the Thinkpads (Padthais?) finally arrived. His assistant even activated the Vista, updated the antivirus, and threw in an extra 2 gig memory card right before I left. I even used it on the fly while I was waiting to look up some information online that helped me settle a case I had on my Calendar from Hell next week.
It's all good, huh.
Well, until walking in the door here, it was. Emily was not pleased about the short wait for the second unit, and really didn't even want to see the one I'd brought home with Eleanor's name on it. Finally, though, she came out to have a look.... at a lovely and powerful laptop that wouldn't freakin boot.
Calls were made. Keyboards were suspected. Screws were removed. Ultimately, calls were dropped, and I was left in a black cloud of would-coulda-shoulda about not just taking the damn thing when it did work on the factory floor instead of letting them "help" me with the extra memory.
Ultimately, though, I was the one who kicked Bill Gates's ass. I stuck with my hypothesis about the problem being with one of the memory cards, since it worked fine before that switchout occurred, and after some fairly stupid fumbling with the pins to remove the things, I turned it back on with only the 2-gig card in the slot, and, after about two seconds of nothing,....
Dung-dung-da-ding!, said the new laptop.
That's the sound I was waiting to hear, said Vinny.
FTW!, said I.
So Eleanor will no longer have a flatscreen laptop- its shot hinges causing the monitor to lay flat in the same plane as the keyboard- and by early next week, Emily's even older laptop will be upgraded, too. Hell, I'll probably have the oldest beast in the house- and I couldn't be damn happier about it:)