Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
weekly human interest column about daily life and the funny
things that happen to everyone.
She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
Oakridge Now, Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books. Her articles have appeared in
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The Computer Crash
had been a long day at the office. Kicking off my shoes, I was ready to relax
and unwind. I sat down at the computer, licked my lips and eagerly clicked the
little envelope icon that would download my email.
My computer froze.
I sat there staring at it for a moment thinking that surely it was a temporary
problem. Only another computer addict can really understand. I must have my
computer! I rebooted.
I was already in a panic. It must be a virus, I concluded. It has to be virus. I
went to my virus software to download an update. The computer froze again. I
felt faint. The "blue screen of death" appeared - a fatal error.
"Press any key to continue," it taunted, so I hit a key.
The screen went black. I CRASHED.
This is bad, very bad, a major computer crash. I donít have time for this. I
want my email; I want to surf. I turned my computer off and rebooted. It came up
in Safe Mode. For the computer illiterate among us, that is when the computer
will not run but partially reloads Windows to allow you to fix the problem.
Fix the problem? FIX the problem? But I donít know what to fix!
I restarted it again and again, praying the problem would magically go away, but
it didnít. Finally, I knew - I had to make that call to Computer Support. This
was way too complicated for me to figure out. I felt sick. My computer was dead.
If it has to go to the shop to be reprogrammed, it means no computer for a week
or more. All my valuable files could be lost, and even worse there will be no
My heart was pounding and my forehead sweating as I suffered the first round of
computer addiction withdrawal.
I grabbed my important computer papers, scattering them everywhere; frantically
searching for that 800 number. I was desperate. A nerd like me and I had totally
crashed. I felt the tears begin to swell as I found the 800 number and dialed.
The first tech came on line with a deep southern drawl. I couldnít understand
a word she said. It was embarrassing, especially since Iím southerner too.
"Put the Windows CD in; take it out and put in the recovery disk; go to
DOS; scan the hard drive for errors." She didnít know what she was doing,
I concluded. Finally, she decided to let the scan run and let me call back. No
errors found. That figures.
I called back aggravated. I need HELP!
This time I got a geek, a sharp young tech named Josh that knew computers inside
and out. I began to breathe again. I could tell he loved a challenge, and I had
one for him.
"Go here, go there, and click this, run that, check this, uncheck that.
What happened anyhow?" He joked. Nothing seemed to work. I was a basket
case, ready for the guys with the straight jacket to come and take me away.
"I think you have a corrupted file." "Itís the video
driver," he concluded.
I sunk. It sounded hopeless. Josh just kept on working and talking me through
the fix. At last, success! SUCCESS! My computer booted! That beautiful Windows
music had never sounded so great.
"I think your problem is fixed," Josh told me.
Thank goodness, somewhere there are young nerds that understand computers and
how to make them perform. I was overwhelmed with relief. He said it took an
hour. I swear it was more like three.
So hereís a cheer for Josh, where ever he is, and techs like him that listen
to the groans and moans of users like me who donít know what they are doing,
but continue paddling upstream in a world of new technology, desperately hoping
the canoe wonít turn over.
Only another computer addict can really understand.
Copyright 2002 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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