My work laptop died a week ago. While the help desk has tried to convince me it's fine even though it doesn't boot, I've been using a loaner computer, which restricts me to the network and ensures I can't really save anything or find anything. I'm an e-mail filer, and the sight of so much in my webmail inbox is killing me slowly.
Some other extreme news came along at work yesterday, and the combination of that, the dead laptop, my in-laws' move, getting temporarily suspended from Twitter and attempting to move 10 years of Hotmail over to Gmail all in the same week has left me feeling a little disconnected, a little confused. Where is all my stuff? I do not know.
I'm not necessarily upset about all these changes, all this sifting through old messages and receipts, trying to decide what's important and what's not. I'm not even that upset at the prospect of losing my old laptop with all of my filed e-mail, if that's what happens. It seems I lose all my work e-mail every few years for some reason or another, and I've also noticed it almost never matters, which is a little disconcerting. At work we're like sharks -- we have to move forward or we die.
So if you've tried to contact me and I'm a little slow, it's because I'm staring out the window trying to remember how I got to work. It'll pass.
I did manage to hammer out some book reviews in the car. Check out Dr. Drew's latest on Surrender, Dorothy: Reviews! And stay tuned, I'll have a bunch over at Cool Mom Picks in July. Monday's post at BlogHer was on moving your parents.