My hubby and I share our housekeeping duties:
I provide groceries - he cooks.
I clean - he is the Public Relations-slash-IT Guy person.
We also bicker. A lot. It keeps things interesting. And both of us are very VERY stubborn.
I should also point out, that while I'm pretty decent with software and pirating stuff (Arrgh!), I am a total N00b when it comes to hardware. I can barely tell a hard drive from a toaster.
Yeah.
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So my hubby, being my private IT Guy and all, decided that it's time to take the Big Step and move to Win 7.
"We're gonna do it, babe." He says to me on Thursday. "It'll be awesome. And quick. Win 7 is like that. I read it somewhere." He adds reassuringly after seeing my dubious face.
"Friday after work. Be prepared."
So I did. Prepare, that is. Moved all my crap to my backup drive. All 47GB of it. Jeez. I had no idea I had so much stuff. But it sort of collected over time. Movies, photos, books (OMGBOOKS!!) and other various this-and-thats. I wrote down my favorite firefox addons, saved and exported all my bookmarks. You know, the whole shebang.
Friday. After work. 6PM:
"Have at it, Bear. Good luck." I say to my hubby, who strolls confidently into my office space with a box of funky-looking items.
"What's that?" I ask, pointing to his box of electronics.
"Oh yeah, I decided, what while I'm at it, I'm gonna replace your motherboard and give you more RAM. You'll love it, babe. Your computer will be faster." He swears to me. "Two hours tops."
I frown.
I heard that one before. It didn't end well.
Now, I'm not the type of person, who automatically rejects any new thing. I like change. Change is good. But why mess with a perfectly good thing? My computer is OK. I can work on it just fine. I don't need fast computer. I'm not in a hurry. So WHY change it?
But I let it go. It's useless to argue with a computer geek about the pros and cons of a dual-core processor and an extra GB of RAM. I have no idea what either does anyway, so I'll just be wasting energy.
So I shrug and let him do his geeky magic.
Hubby nods and spreads his tools on the floor, and then proceeds to gut my computer.
Oh, it's messy. Various computer intestines and organs litter my hardwood floor for the next 2 hours.
Hubby grins like an idiot and lights up another cigarette.
Friday, 8PM:
Computer won't start.
I lift an eyebrow. "Problem?"
Hubby scratches his chin in contemplation. Mumbles something about jumpers and dives in with the forceps.
Friday, 9PM:
My backup drive is not connected. Apparently the new motherboard has some issues with my old HD. "I will give you a bigger, better HD. Newer too. As it stands right now, I can't connect it, because it creates a conflict...blahblahblah..." I can't understand a word of what he's trying to tell me. All I hear is, Backup won't work. Data lost. HAHA! Looser.
"Fix it."
Bear blinks at me in confusion.
"I can't..."
I cut him off with a hand. " I don't want to hear it, Bear. I want my data back. I don't care if you have to go back to my old motherboard. I want my files back!"
He rolls his eyes at me. Then he grins like a Cheshire Cat.
Oh-oh.
"This is going to cost you." He says with a wicked glint in his eyes.
Friday, 10PM:
Negotiations, Hour 1:
Bear's demands are pretty outrageous.
1. New Anno 1404 game.
2. Transfer of cooking duties for a month.
3. Pass on 3 family functions - no questions asked.
I'm considering caving in.
My backup drive is being held hostage and I am slowly starting to twitch at the sight of my messy hardwood floor. This is torture and Bear knows it. He knows ME. Eleven years, and the man knows exactly how to push my buttons.
Damn him.
Friday, 10:30:
Negotiations, Hour 1.5:
We have reached an understanding.
Bear drives a hard bargain, but tired as I am, I am not about to clean, shop AND cook for a whole month. So he's going to get:
1. New Anno 1404 game. (which will get him off my back for at least a month, more me-time! YAY!)
2. Transfer of cooking duties for a WEEK. (I'm just not going to do EVERYTHING around here!)
3. Pass on 1 family function - excluding Christmas. (That one is just too important, and NO, you don't have to buy my folks a present. I will do it for you...)
Bear demands I print him a copy of the Contract so that he can refer to it when needed.
Jeezus. That man is a pain.
Saturday, Hour unknown:
I am being awaken rather rudely by a mass of 220 pounds of muscle bouncing on my bed.
"Babe, I know how to fix your backup HD." The mass pronounces into my ear, while scratching my neck with his stubble.
I wipe at my groggy eyes. "Jeez, Bear, what time is it?" My mouth feels like I've been chewing on a cotton ball. I make a face.
"I don't know. Around 6 or something. But I figured out how to connect your backup drive." He handles me a glass of water, and launches into a pretty detailed monologue about RAIDs and other things I can't understand. I nod and pretend to listen.
Saturday, 7AM:
After being forced out of bed at 6:17AM (!!!) and ordered to "Make me coffee, babe. Loveyah," I am further being forced to "assist". At 7AM.
"This is NOT how I imagined starting out my Saturday," I mumble to myself, while holding a bunch of cables in one hand, and a Motherboard Manual in other.
Hubby humms to himself and grins at me from time to time.
Is it wrong of me to want to strangle him with the hard drive cables?
Saturday, 9AM:
My computer starts. It also freezes when Bear tries to open BIOS setup. Something about my primary HD not functioning like it should.
I am being send to fetch more coffee.
As I squeeze my way through a bunch of mini-ninjas and baby-bumblebees and one very disturbing child hoochie-momma (Seriously?! Who dresses his kid as a little hooker?! Parent FAIL, this way please.), I ponder about things like "It'll be quick. And awesome."
I drown my sorrows in a large ice coffee and a fresh ham and egg croissant. Bear gets plain croissant and a small coffee.
You gotta get your revenge in any way possible.
Saturday, 10AM:
Hubby pulls out his copy of Win 7.
I wipe of my imaginary tears of happiness.
They are short-lived.
Apparently, my previous version of Windows has to be installed FIRST, in order to install this newer version. Quick and easy, my seater.
Saturday, 11AM:
As I fetch YET ANOTHER COFFEE for my hard-working Bear, I think that I can live without my backup files. I mean, it might be a bit inconvenient to have to download all my crap again... my bookmarks can be saved again, I didn't have THAT many of them. My photos... I wasn't really attached to those as well... And besides, I still have my laptop. I can live on it. I don't need a big black computer with pretty blue lights. My laptop has blue lights too...
Saturday, 12PM:
Bear: Coffee #4, cigarette #... I lost count.
Helena: Chamomile Tea & Jelly Bellies.
Computer: Installing Win 7, 5% and counting.
Saturday, 12:30PM
Computer: Installing Win 7, 5% and counting.
Helena: frowns and sips her chamomile tea.
Bear: palms his screwdriver and eyes my computer case with a new glint in his eye.
This doesn't look good.
Saturday, 2PM
Now two computers are gutted and lying on my pretty hardwood floor.
Apparently, my Primary HD decided to rebel after a force restart during an installation, and a new HD was needed. Since my backup is off limits, Bear had to open his computer and pull out one of his HDs and move it to mine.
I think I'm hungry.
Saturday, 3PM
I'm actually LOOKING FORWARD to calling a Windows 7 support and asking them to please register my copy. I used to hate to do that. But today, I am strangely jubilant about the idea. "Give my the phone, Bear. And put away the screwdriver."
Saturday, 3:10PM
My Win 7 is installed and looking... exactly like my other system did.
Bear grins proudly and fumbles with the mouse. "See? See how FAST it is now? And look here, you have that new option. And here, it rates your computer at 4.5. That's good, babe. Really good."
I stare at it blankly.
All I see is... black box with pretty blue lights.
But Bear is excited, so I guess it's all good.
THE END.
Things I learned from this experience:
1. Invest in an external HD for your backup files, so that it can't be taken hostage and used against you at any time.
2. If Micr0s0ft says it'll be quick and painful, THEY'RE STINKING LIARS!
3. Jelly Belies are NOT a nutritious and healthy lunch substitute.
4. Bear loves his screwdriver a little too much. Must. Keep. Hidden. At. All. Times.
