Saturday, 12 July 2008
I AM A COMPLETE NINCONPOOP!
There is one thing in life that reduces me to a gibbering wreck within minutes.
I have been frightened of it since we first got one in the house nearly 10 years ago.
I feel incompetent around it. Oh don't get me wrong I can use it, and when I know how to do something, I am childishly pleased.
Recently I have been suffering from an overload of anxiety about the bloody thing.
And what is this overwhelmingly terrifying object..... well it's my computer of course!
The family PC in the last few weeks totally obliterated it's memory, so that youngest with attitude's 4000 piece music collection was wiped out, as was all my stuff. It's taken eldest to remove machine and take to Liverpool to sort out, and it's taken him hours apparently. As the damned computer wouldn't even recognise the keyboard. However that's now back.
The reason I still use it is that when I got a laptop to stop youngest and me fighting over whose turn it was on the PC, I did something to it.... this meant that I corrupted it.... Get your mind out of the gutter here. So that any documents sent to me couldn't be opened. So I had to use the PC to read them on.
This meant that school had to start sending me paper copies of everything, and they are trying to go paperless, when the PC died.
Next to go was the broadband hub, and this involved two very, very long conversations with lovely and very tolerant women in India talking me through trying to a sort it out and then re connect a new hub.
So all was well except eldest son hasn't reconnected me to some document thing on the PC and the laptop is still corrupt. So school have given me access to a new shiny laptop.
And yesterday my incompetence reached an all time high!!
I got the lovely machine home, took it out of it's carry bag they'd so thoughtfully provided me with . Switched it on. I'd been given the numbers for the first password to open it. Nothing happened, I tried again and again and again. Then I thought I'd better phone the techie at school for his advice.
He was concerned and asked me to bring it back. I immediately did so.
He was up to his armpits in work, computers on all round the room, discs being copied , all sorts of things. He took my computer out of it's bag, switched it on, put in the numbers I'd been given, did something else. And would you believe it, it worked.
And then very gently and very kindly said," You need to press enter" And just gave me one of THOSE looks.
Oh earth swallow me up!!!!