Oh it was horrible. At the lab on Sunday, wanting to get down to work, get some progress made on the echology project when Waffles died on me. Well, I shouldn’t say died. Waffles coughed, wheezed, sputtered; was to sick to go on. I spent an hour on the phone with the doctors and just referred me to a specialist. Didn’t like that idea, the idea of Waffles being sent away to get better. Could it get better?
Noah had a look. I really like that, felt comfortable because I knew he would be honest with me, tell me what was going wrong and what my option were. I still took it in to FutureShop yesterday to get whatever was wrong fixed. Noah had been right, it was the RAM on the motherboard.
Now I’m without Waffles for a week, maybe even two. I’m trying not to freak out that this is happening and that I need that laptop for echology development. I have what data I could get extracted from the harddrive. I’m crossing my fingers that I can still get the harddrive back untampered. We will see. I’m dreading that day I need to bring out the system restore disk.
This was a lesson. A big lesson. While at FutureShop yesterday, I bought a spindle of 50 blank cds. Backup backup backup. Once a month is not enough.