I've Got Winter in My Discontent
- The local library sent me a "we'll call you when we actually form the position we're looking to fill" e-mail (semi-rejection)
- People at work today seemed to be misinterpreting or just plain ignoring everything I said today (I really did try to tell the manager I couldn't work Thursday, but she looked at the schedule, made a comment about someone else, and walked away. Guess I'll call later today and try again.)
- It's still really icy out here. As in my car doors keep icing shut and I'm worried I might break them (or all my fingers) prying them open.
- And the big one: Monday night when I was writing on my G3, it fizzled out (that was the exact sound it made) and it will not restart.
All my writing is on there. I have a back-up that's about 75% up to date, but I'm not sure where I can get those disks read, if need be. But Dear Lord, please, I do not want my G3 to die. Not now. This was the year I was planning to finish my first novel, for good--sooner, rather than later.
I don't even know who could (or whom I'd trust to) repair it. Someone at work said her cousin's best friend works on Macs--but again, based on how bad communication was going today, she'll probably forget.
I've already cried about it twice, and I don't think I'm done crying. I'm scared about the future of this machine and its contents. And the implications for my writing.
I'm also mad at myself for not reading the warning signs when it shut itself off a couple of months ago. That time, it came back on right away, but the other night was different. Obviously.
I know it's just things, but it's also my hard work that I fear has just vaporized. I really, really, really hope not.
Is it just me, or is technology really mean this week?