fuckup

well, not a true moment of grumpiness, but I certainly do feel bad.

Over the weekend, Belinda asked me to take a look at her work laptop. She has apparently been having lots of problems with it. It turns out she had a virus or fifty, and being a bit of a tech neophyte, she asked me to help. Apparently the IT dude at her job is in another office, and totally overworked.

So on Sunday, I ran a virus scan and cleaned that up. While I was at it I also ran Ad-aware, defragmented the hard drive, and did a general cleanup. I did the virus scan last, and as I was running it, her laptop ran out of juice and went into hibernation mode. No problem, except that she left her power supply at work. So we took a quick jaunt to work (and Starbucks, my hard earned IT salary) and picked up the power supply. When we got back home, I plugged it in, and fired that puppy up. Except it didn't fire up. Nothing. Hmmm... I let it sit a while to juice up the battery and tried it again. Nothing. WHAT THE FUCK? NOTHING. I tried the power switch again. Nothing. Again. Nothing... HOLY FUCKING SHIT I BROKE HER WORK LAPTOP!

I, of course, maintain my usual stoic composure...

Belinda freaks out. She has lots of work to do over the weekend, as well as, something insanely important on Monday morning.

There is nothing I can do. I've exhausted my limited skills as a fake IT guy. It doesn't turn on, no green LEDs, nothing. No response. I don't know what to do. Belinda continues to freak out.

I don't blame her. I wish I could help...