My laptop's AC adaptor has died. I didn't know I was using battery power until the battery ran flat because I didn't check the little battery symbol thingy on the screen and as per usual I did a bit of work and then had to go off and deal with some crisis or another and left the computer plugged in, thus running out the entire battery so now I can't even start up my laptop until I get the AC adaptor replaced.
You'd think that'd be simple, wouldn't you? Oh, no. I take my beloved to the computer repair place only to be informed that I have to buy my adaptor direct from the company. Hubby goes on line to discover you can't buy this particular part on line (everything else but not this). There is a dedicated store near his work, so I ring them and no, they don't stock spare parts (what do they stock? I wonder in bemusement. Gold fish?). I'm given a 1800 number to call. I dial and speak to a couple of lovely people who I'm sure are residing in Bombay. I am told the part will cost over $100 to replace and take possibly 10 days to arrive.
It's a friggin' power cord, not the Hope diamond. Why do they make these things so difficult?
I informed my Indian friend that the situation I found myself in was not ideal, that the part seemed a little overpriced and a vague promise of a 5-10 day delivery time was not my best case scenario (I am sweetening my tone for this blog post you may have guessed). The wonderful message was relayed that this is the only way I can replace said part. I had no recourse. I either fork over the dough and wait the requisite time, hoping upon hope that perhaps tomorrow or the next day or the next will be the day the delivery person calls me to arrange to drop off my power chord some time between the convenient hours of 8am and 4pm. Oh Joy.
Fortunately we have a desktop computer so I'm not completely cut off, but it's just not the same. Not the same pages bookmarked, no outlook, no access to the absolute latest versions of my writing because I hadn't backed up for a couple of days. I can't survey havoc resulting from childish activities from my convenient central location at the dining table. I have to face facts.
I'm addicted to my laptop.
And like a damn junkie I paid the amount extorted and have settled in to wait.
Good God, I may have to do some housework (shudder).