Facebook friends will be aware that I spent most of yesterday struggling with my new laptop. Yes, this is the same new laptop purchased last month, to replace my old and infirm laptop, but which runs Windows 8, an operating system designed for tablet, which is apparently fine and dandy if all you want to do is faff around on the internet, but doing any serious work on it is a nightmare.
It hides things all the time.... I can be doing something on a page and it will suddenly disappear. No amount of searching will find it, so I start again, only for the original page to suddenly re-appear from nowhere. This is just one example of why I hate it so much. There are many, many more.
At some point yesterday, I stumbled across an insignificant looking file on the new laptop's desktop, titled Additional Information, which turned out to be a guide to using Windows 8.
As I was already feeling quite bitey, this discovery flicked a switch in my brain and I threw, what in psychological circles is technically termed, a hissy fit.
Having been struggling with the vagaries of Windows 8 for some time, in a complicated one step forward, five steps back tango scenario, there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth that such a file shouldn't be called some useful, like "HEY, stupid! The answers you are looking for are HERE! or "Windows 8 driving you insane? Look no further!"
A pissy little document file on the desktop called Additional Information. I'd wrongly, (but perfectly reasonably) assumed it related to the laptop specs, as it was right next to a folder titled Toshiba Owner's Manual.
How wrong can you be.
However, I've got the bit between my teeth now, and in characteristic bloody-minded fashion, I'm refusing to read the Additional Information and have decided instead to continue blundering around in Windows 8 hell, cursing and swearing and generally throwing my toys out of the metaphorical pram.
It's actually quite cathartic.
Take this morning for instance. For the first time, I switched on the new laptop first, flying solo without the old machine riding shotgun, in reserve. (Yes I know I'm mixing my metaphors but I'm right on the edge here so deal with it.)
Having spent several hours yesterday finally getting my email accounts up and running, I decided that today should be Changeover Day so the newcomer was duly put through its paces. OK, so the emails are all coming in in a jumble as I haven't set up relevant folders or instigated message rules, but at least they're coming in, which is no small achievement.
Then, as I have actual work to do today, I had to install the printer.
"Piece of cake" I hear you say.
"No problemo" you might think.
I even had the sodding installation disk FFS! I've installed dozens of printers over the years, mostly without any problems at all.
I'll gloss over the whole debacle. Like a toddler with a teatime tantrum, the new laptop kept spitting out the disk and throwing up error messages. I tried downloading the printer drivers online but it wasn't having any of that either.
Meanwhile, the old laptop, which I'd switched on for backup, was sitting smugly with an "I told you so" look on it's monitor.
Eventually, with a combination of brute force and sheer determination, I think the printer is installed. I haven't actually printed anything useful yet, like the packing slips and address labels I need in order to package the orders received over the past few days. But it has printed several pages of gobbledygook, purporting to prove that the print heads are aligned.
However, perhaps I've finally turned the corner. This blog post is being written on the new machine so all is not lost.
The next test will come when I try to access my old working files shortly.
I have a feeling it's going to be a l-o-n-g day.....
(Edit - I was going to find an amusing image to illustrate this post, but I'm scared that if I come out of this screen to find one I'll never get it back again. *sigh*)