Why I shouldn't touch technological things

Seriously.

A couple of weeks ago our computer caught a virus. And it wasn't getting over it, so we had to get a new one (wouldn't that be awesome if we could do that with ourselves when we catch viruses?) Anyway, we were planning on buying a laptop anyway (since Ben and I are both going to school it wasn't working with just one computer), so we just ordered a desktop along with it.

The desktop arrived last week and Ben put it up just perfectly. He claims he doesn't know about computers, but I think that's hogwash. He almost always figures out the problem. That is, unless I've touched something.....

My laptop came today! I was so excited. Ben wasn't home from work yet, but I figured I could set it up on my own. It was actually quite simple. I got it on, registered, connected to our wireless Internet all by myself. I was just playing around when I realized I hadn't written down my password to get it back on, so I figured the sooner I tried out my password the easier I could remember it. You'd think, right?

Half an hour, and a plethora of tries later I still couldn't log on to my laptop! I knew my password had either been a certain number in front of a word or behind it. But no matter what combination I tried I could not log in. I figured I must have misspelled the password during the initial setup. Ben tried all he could but he couldn't figured out how to reset it either. So I ended up calling technical support.

Let me just say this. I have nothing against foreigners. I love people from Russia, Spain, France, Germany, Australia, Africa. You name it, I'm good. But why, oh why for the love of my sanity do people hire employees who don't speak English very well to work over the telephone? I could hardly understand a word that woman was saying! Ben asked me later what some of the words I had written down meant. I told him I didn't know - I just wrote down any word I could understand from her. You should have heard how many times I asked, "Can you say that again?" or "What did you say?" or "Would you repeat that please?" No joke. It was insane.

Thankfully the recovery for the system didn't work properly the first time and Ben had to call back. Of course he got to speak with someone he could understand.

Anyway, it all worked out. I love my own laptop. It's so shiny. So shiny it's making me crazy when I get my fingerprints on it. But we won't go into my obsessive compulsiveness right now. That's a whole other post! I'm typing on my laptop this very moment, and Ben is working on homework on our home computer. I should be doing homework, but I'm not. :)