Just now finished my part of a monster-huge project with a client. Her book is due today. We've passed 31 versions of the manuscript back and forth between us, marked up with red type comments in the last week and a half. We worked all through the weekend. Last night I shut down at a little after 2 a.m. She was on-line to me again at 6-something this morning.
And with all that, it turned out that my computer had suddenly decided not to send the two crucial files back to her on the night before Due Day.
As Harry Belafonte sings, "My Lord! What a Morning."
I got hold of Heidi, my tech advisor, on the phone. She talked me through solving the problem, while -- it sounded like-- she was cooking breakfast. Incredible relief!
Next up: to tend to a couple of other projects and get ready to go to the UK on Sunday to do research on my biography subject, who was born in a 15-house crossroads in the southwestern peninsula of England.
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Good grief! I'm glad it got worked out... what a way to wind down a job before leaving for England!
Your call to the tech gal made me think - as I have made many similar calls to my husband - of these savvy tech folks as "computer therapists."
I do kind of view my computer as a slightly dysfunctional entity when it decides not to do what I ask - generally simple tasks it was made to do, ahem...!
I feel like I'm already jet-lagged. And have just shipped gift to tech person who refuses to bill me. What a saint!
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