I am drained. Computer troubles are stressful and totally draining. They are also unhealthy. My right shoulder hurts, my back is stiff, I am having scroll-click RSI.
I spent three (THREE) hours on the phone today to various geekdrones at the Applecare Callcentre. They were helpful, although not phenomenally so.
Yesterday, the kind and generous
birdgerhl managed to restore my documents, movies and pictures via the phone. Today, the geekdrones (because yes, geeks rule but surely working in a call centre is more the bottom of the rung, at the other end of the spectrum of say, interfacing with Alien technology in another galaxy) managed to retrieve my bookmarks, my widgets, my calendar appointments, my stickies (with my help, I have to say; geekdrone: 'Ooh, they shouldn't be there'; me thinking: 'Who cares if they shouldn't be there? They
are there!'). I had to re-install my printer, what a pain. I lost my keyboard shortcuts.
And I haven't got Brad back! *weeps*
I find it unsettling to open my computer and find a pale blue desktop without any Brad Pitt! Where is my khaki green desktop colour, colour-coordinated with Brad's khaki shirt?? I rang the Apple Centre yet again and they made me reboot and safe-reboot and open a test user account and aaaack. And still no bloody Brad!!!
I go to the Desktop&Screensaver preference window, I click on all the requisite things and
nothing happens.
Callcentre drone: 'Ooh, that shouldn't be happening.'
I am too exhausted for this. I did manage to get up and first thing write three hours on my book. I only rang the Apple people after lunch. Go me for admirable restraint and discipline! Although it may also be freaked-outness by ibook. What was a cathected site of major proportions has become a horror nightmare object of hate!!
Well, I exaggerate. I must go to watch another SGA episode to calm myself down. Of course, all of this meant: no conference paper written, no SGA Cadman fic finished, no feedback sent,
no online fun had.
*headbangs*
Thanks to everyone else who chipped in with suggestions! :-) Rodney, where are you when I need you?
Oh, that's right: between Zelenka's legs.