On Monday I quit my job. Management tried to talk me out of it, while demonstrating exactly why I made the right decision.
On Tuesday I was told to train Mimi in all the troubleshooting.
On Wednesday Mimi (i.e. the source of roughly 90% of the trouble I need to shoot) called to say we'd start the training on Thursday.
On Thursday Mimi called to say we'd do the training over the phone with her working from home. I said no, that wouldn't work as I couldn't see what she was doing. She promised she'd come into the office on Friday.
On Friday guess who didn't show up at the office.
Much later on Friday I turned off the lights as I was getting ready for bed. I reached for the glass of water on my desk and instead of picking it up, I knocked it over. That's right, a full pint glass of water, all over my desk. Just call me Spilly McButterfingers.
I picked the computer up and moved it out of the way, so it didn't get wet. The keyboard, on the other hand, was soaked. Being half asleep I didn't think to disconnect the keyboard from the computer, so it continued to amuse itself all night long.
On Saturday I was overcome by the urge to try to persuade small children that Velcro Dog was not, in fact, a dog, but rather a boy dressed as a dog for Haloween. See the back legs? Those are just wooden pegs that I stapled some bits of fur to. Alas, no children spoke to us.
Also, my computer would not boot up, no way, no how. I even bought a shiny new keyboard and tried again, but to no avail.
On Sunday I made beer & cheese soup with roasted red peppers. I thought it was quite good. When I mentioned it to a friend, he very loudly and insistently proclaimed that it was the second most disgusting meal he'd ever heard of — topped only by something Ford once made.
Today... Well, let's just make it clear from the outset that Mimi did not show up for any training. Also, it seems news of my resignation had finally hit the rumour mill. One of my co-workers came up to me this morning and asked, What? You don't want to help us rearrange deck chairs on the Titanic?
Anyways... I walked up to the Apple Store this morning and 3 hours later walked out with the same computer I'd walked in with.
My operating system had been irreversibly corrupted by my little mishap. That was the most expensive glass of water I've ever never drunk. The good news is the techs were able to retrieve all my files and I didn't have to shell out for a new computer. I bought a new external hard drive on which to store all my files while they wiped my machine and started over.
The moral of the story, in case you're wondering, is to stop being such a lazy arse and maybe back up your files once in a while, you nitwit.
And the shower's finally done. Pictures to follow.
