So those of you with an infallible system for saving your work are snickering behind your hand and those without are sinking in my boat.
Let Barbara tell you my sad tale.
I do back-up my work. I have a external hard drive- too bad its home on my writing desk. I do use flashdrives to save my work on Friday. Soooo?
I do have a good protection program for my computer since I'm on the internet daily.
So how did a virus jump in and send an error message cascading down my screen?
I don't download attachments unless I know the sender, and then the onboard program scans it.
The technician grinned at me when I asked. It's possible. Too bad. Save your stuff daily.
So my story goes like this.
I've been planning to get a new machine. The problem is that I hate change, don't like relearning a new program, don't like shopping---the list goes on. I admit I'm an old fuddy-duddy.
I actually went on-line to shop around. I looked at an apple and looked again, but I don't like to buy anything from on-line. So where is the nearest store?
Remember I'm traveling in my RV? The nearest store is sixty something miles from here. I'd need to order one with the changes I want, then go have my files transfered for an additional fee, then travel back and forth to take the classes. Hmmm. Much as I want one, that doesn't work for me.
Next I went to find a Best Buy-- also fifty something miles from here. The nearest store with computers for sale is an Office Max-- nice people but their stock is low since they had a big sale last week and are down to crumbs.
I'm staring at the body of my dead computer. It's on its back the little legs waving in the air.
What next? I stopped at Starbucks for a reviving coffee and there is a Radio Shack next to it.
They are having a sale! Yowza. Only the only ones left are the demos. And my dear husband won't buy a demo for anything.
The salesperson goes scrounging through the backroom for a computer. She triumphantly brings out a box. 'Here,' she cries. 'Here is a new computer in the box. Only its not the ones one sale.'
My heart dropped. She points at the price.
"What? One hundred dollars less than the ones on sale? What's wrong with it?"
Nothing. That was the offer at the sale last month. It is brand-spanking new.
My fingers burned when I grabbed it so fast.
Six hours later the tech had saved my files to the new machine.
I cried happy tears since my pages were restored.
The moral? I'm saving to a flashdrive daily.
I'm learning Windows 7 and the new Word.
Am I happy? Yep.
