(At least for a week.) I got to work this morning at 10am as usual, and by 11am I was being whisked back to my workmate’s house to try and fix her new DSL connection. TWO AND A HALF hours later, after some truly bloody shocking ‘tech support’ from IPrimus they finally listened to me and are sending out a techie to check the exchange tomorrow. My workmate, who is voluble and very French, really did her nut and finally got things moving, but it was so hard to explain to her what I was doing and why I was doing it. She didn’t want to understand, she just wanted it TO WORK (and at this point I wave at my sister). ARGH!

So, goodbye to two and a half hours of work - and I was already behind as it was. I called my mum after getting back to my computer and asked if I could stay there tonight because I have to be back here in the morning. No problem. But…
“You’re probably not going to want to, but we’ve set up my email and everything on my new laptop [I start to shudder] but none of my old mail is there?”
I began to hit my head lightly and rhythmically on the desk. This is why I got out of tech support - I went insane.
“Why would your old mail be on there? It’s all been downloaded to your old laptop.”
“But I need it.”
“And I need a tolerance transplant. Sorry. Does your new lappy have a floppy drive?”
“Um…”
“It probably doesn’t. So we’d have to put your old mail on to a flash drive and transfer it to your new lappy like that.”
“I can’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Oh god.
“…and I packed up my old laptop and put it away.”
“Well, if you want me to get your old email off it, you’ll have to get it out and unpack it. Leave them both out. I’ll look at them when I get there.”
“Oh,” she added, “there’s no food, so…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get fried rice. Yah!”
“B, I worry that you’re not eating properly.”
“Well mum, you’re the one that has no food, are you a Breatharian?”
[I didn’t actually say that last bit, but grant me some poetic license.]

And it was then that I remembered that I’d lent M my flash drive for the day. D’oh. After that brain boiling episode I went to try and print from my Macbook to the office printer. Yeah - they’re supposed to work right out of the box, aren’t they? (If you stick a whole lot more RAM in, she added snidely.) Ten minutes later I hear a shriek and multiple French curses. The printer and my Macbook did not get along, and the printer vented by going through an entire ream of paper, printing on about one third of the pages. Stab. Kill. Am beginning to miss my ThinkPad (shut up M) but am determined to persevere. Gah.