I said I’d do this one day – if sufficiently provoked. Well, that provocation arrived today. Permit me a moment in which to explain.
For the uninitiated among the massed hordes of loyal and dedicated readers, I should point out that my job does not involve fixing PC’s. Not even close! However, for some weird reason, people bring me diseased, ailing and/or dead PC’s periodically. This is usually accompanied by an anguished question; “Can you help me?”. If I have time, I’ll usually see WTF I can do to relieve their anxiety. Once started, I’m frequently assailed by further plaintive wails of “Can anything be done?” at which point I’m getting just a tad frustrated if the nature of the problem isn’t immediately apparent, and snarl at the hapless user “It’s just a PC/laptop goddamnit, not a fucking sick dog”. Invariably, seconds later I regret such an outburst, and attempt to assuage some of the misgivings the hapless owner of the PC may be experiencing, by explaining what I have (or haven’t) found, and the optimum solution that’ll have ‘em back up and running in a reasonably short time.
Not infrequently, the shortcomings of the original manufacturer of the PC or laptop become apparent during the attempt to fix the thing, and equally evident is the budgetary preferences of the owner. “Look Dude, this fucking thing just won’t run on 256 MB of memory, OK?”
Occasionally the manufacturer shortcomings I made reference to above mean that it just can’t BE fixed – period (proprietary hardware being the predominant reason). At that point I inform the owner that I’m seconds away from throwing the thing out the window. “But I’ve got thousands of pictures on there!” is a not atypical response (together with an ashamed and sheepish look when I ask the rhetorical question; “but it shouldn’t matter, you ARE backed up, right?”
Today I got a surprise, when that rhetorical question was asked, by being told “there’s no data on there at all. It all lives on Dropbox“. So I didn’t hesitate. One nanosecond later, a 2003-era PC went flying out of my office window, landing with a most satisfying crash in the parking lot below. (If I’d been a bit less impulsive, I could have hit the perpetually copulating canines that seem to treat my parking lot as an orgy spot, but that’s a whole other story)
Responding to the stunned look of total shock and disbelief on the owner’s face, I said;
“Right, I guess you’ll be buying a new desktop computer today then”
Yep, I said I’d do it one day. Today was that day.