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lydyRemember this one:
Yep, that's me.
So, I wanted a word processing program. Libreoffice is supposed to be quite good, and I decided that would be a good choice. It, however, doesn't talk to any OS lower than OS S 10.8. I was running 10.7.5. Ok, then. There's a free upgrade to something called Yosemite, which is 10.10
Now follows the tale of why I can't have nice things.
I downloaded it. I ran the installer. The installer, after a fairly long period of time, tells me that it can't install, so sorry, would I like to resume my old OS. I tell it yes. It tells me that it cannot get enough data from the old disk in order to do this. It offers to install Yosemite, again. Again I permit it to do so. Again it fails, again it offers to restore me to 10.7.5, again it fails. And I cannot get out of this loop. The only two options are to install Yosemite, which it can't do, or revert to 10.7.5, which it also can't do.
Some smart person just about now is going to ask me, solicitously, if I remembered to back up my hard drive, first. Shut up, I explain.
So, then I panicked. Like I do. I took my beloved MacBook Pro to the closest Apple store, even though I knew there were no appointments available. I look really pitiful, they send me to a table to wait, and tell me if there are any no-shows, they will take me. I don't wait that long.
I am in a state of panic. That's my excuse. Honestly, it's all I've got, ok? The nice not really a genius person comes over and we have a discussion I don't remember all of. The gist is that I probably have something bad with my disk, and maybe we could replace it but maybe we don't have to, but we do have to erase it, and do I have a back up. No, I do not. Do I want to just lose all my data. After saying that I did, I changed my mind and said that I didn't, and he sells me an external drive. He tells me to copy the folders, one by one, to the external drive. I do this. Please understand, I don't really know what I'm doing. I really don't know.
Then he erases my hard drive, and installs Yosemite on it. I go home.
I boot up my computer, start putting the files back on. And I discover exactly what I have actually lost. Huge, huge amounts of stuff. Ten years of IM conversations with Patrick. All my preferences, bookmarks, and settings for all my applications. I knew I was losing my applications, but I figured that I'd just reinstall them. I hadn't really thought about all the cruft that I've carefully ported from machine to machine to machine via Migration Assistant. So many things. Some large number of years of email before I converted to IMAP but after I changed to Thunderbird. I wail and moan and become exceedingly upset. David becomes aware of what, exactly, I've done.
Then there's some discussion. He says that the symptoms I'm reporting and the things that the people at the Apple store said indicated that my drive is going bad, and it makes absolutely no sense to go on with a drive that is failing. Sooner or later, it'll go, and it makes sense, given the price of drives, to simply replace it. He also says that possibly I can recover some of the data I've lost on the old drive when I let the not-so-genius erase it, but I've got to stop doing things to it, right now. There's a discussion about what I have done and should not have done. I end up feeling even more panicky and vastly more stupid than I had been feeling, and honestly, I was feeling pretty fucking stupid.
(There was also a brief interlude where, to wind down, we were watching television, and DDB wanted me to play with the new Chromecast thingy on the television. I installed the app on my phone, but then various things went wrong, sometimes because I didn't understand his instructions, sometimes because my phone doesn't work like his, sometimes for reasons I don't understand. I had a major, hysterical meltdown, screaming, "No more computers, do you hear me? No more. None of them. I am not doing this. Not doing this. Are we clear? No more computers!" David said,"You're hysterical." "Yes! Yes I am!" I screamed back. "I am hysterical and there will be No More Computers. I'm done!")
So, today we bought a new drive for my computer, and DDB installed it. We went back to the Apple store (this time with an appointment) and they put Yosemite on as the OS. I have copied the files from the external drive that I bought yesterday to my new internal drive, wiped the external, and reconstituted it as my back up drive. I then did a back up. We'll see what we can recover from the old drive, but at best it will be some pretty raw files. I'll never get my preferences back. I might get my bookmarks back, but maybe not. I have some small hopes for my chat logs and my keychain, but not high ones.
This is known as So Unhappy Now.
So, there's everything to do, again. All my daily life apps to set up again, a new OS to adjust to, and so on. But at least I'm not using David's fucking PC laptop (which also sent me into screaming fits, but that's another story.)
I'm just hoping I get to land before the sharks eat me.
Yep, that's me.
So, I wanted a word processing program. Libreoffice is supposed to be quite good, and I decided that would be a good choice. It, however, doesn't talk to any OS lower than OS S 10.8. I was running 10.7.5. Ok, then. There's a free upgrade to something called Yosemite, which is 10.10
Now follows the tale of why I can't have nice things.
I downloaded it. I ran the installer. The installer, after a fairly long period of time, tells me that it can't install, so sorry, would I like to resume my old OS. I tell it yes. It tells me that it cannot get enough data from the old disk in order to do this. It offers to install Yosemite, again. Again I permit it to do so. Again it fails, again it offers to restore me to 10.7.5, again it fails. And I cannot get out of this loop. The only two options are to install Yosemite, which it can't do, or revert to 10.7.5, which it also can't do.
Some smart person just about now is going to ask me, solicitously, if I remembered to back up my hard drive, first. Shut up, I explain.
So, then I panicked. Like I do. I took my beloved MacBook Pro to the closest Apple store, even though I knew there were no appointments available. I look really pitiful, they send me to a table to wait, and tell me if there are any no-shows, they will take me. I don't wait that long.
I am in a state of panic. That's my excuse. Honestly, it's all I've got, ok? The nice not really a genius person comes over and we have a discussion I don't remember all of. The gist is that I probably have something bad with my disk, and maybe we could replace it but maybe we don't have to, but we do have to erase it, and do I have a back up. No, I do not. Do I want to just lose all my data. After saying that I did, I changed my mind and said that I didn't, and he sells me an external drive. He tells me to copy the folders, one by one, to the external drive. I do this. Please understand, I don't really know what I'm doing. I really don't know.
Then he erases my hard drive, and installs Yosemite on it. I go home.
I boot up my computer, start putting the files back on. And I discover exactly what I have actually lost. Huge, huge amounts of stuff. Ten years of IM conversations with Patrick. All my preferences, bookmarks, and settings for all my applications. I knew I was losing my applications, but I figured that I'd just reinstall them. I hadn't really thought about all the cruft that I've carefully ported from machine to machine to machine via Migration Assistant. So many things. Some large number of years of email before I converted to IMAP but after I changed to Thunderbird. I wail and moan and become exceedingly upset. David becomes aware of what, exactly, I've done.
Then there's some discussion. He says that the symptoms I'm reporting and the things that the people at the Apple store said indicated that my drive is going bad, and it makes absolutely no sense to go on with a drive that is failing. Sooner or later, it'll go, and it makes sense, given the price of drives, to simply replace it. He also says that possibly I can recover some of the data I've lost on the old drive when I let the not-so-genius erase it, but I've got to stop doing things to it, right now. There's a discussion about what I have done and should not have done. I end up feeling even more panicky and vastly more stupid than I had been feeling, and honestly, I was feeling pretty fucking stupid.
(There was also a brief interlude where, to wind down, we were watching television, and DDB wanted me to play with the new Chromecast thingy on the television. I installed the app on my phone, but then various things went wrong, sometimes because I didn't understand his instructions, sometimes because my phone doesn't work like his, sometimes for reasons I don't understand. I had a major, hysterical meltdown, screaming, "No more computers, do you hear me? No more. None of them. I am not doing this. Not doing this. Are we clear? No more computers!" David said,"You're hysterical." "Yes! Yes I am!" I screamed back. "I am hysterical and there will be No More Computers. I'm done!")
So, today we bought a new drive for my computer, and DDB installed it. We went back to the Apple store (this time with an appointment) and they put Yosemite on as the OS. I have copied the files from the external drive that I bought yesterday to my new internal drive, wiped the external, and reconstituted it as my back up drive. I then did a back up. We'll see what we can recover from the old drive, but at best it will be some pretty raw files. I'll never get my preferences back. I might get my bookmarks back, but maybe not. I have some small hopes for my chat logs and my keychain, but not high ones.
This is known as So Unhappy Now.
So, there's everything to do, again. All my daily life apps to set up again, a new OS to adjust to, and so on. But at least I'm not using David's fucking PC laptop (which also sent me into screaming fits, but that's another story.)
I'm just hoping I get to land before the sharks eat me.
