True confessions: I have fantasies about murdering my laptop, much like the scene in Office Space where the guys take a fax machine to an empty field and bludgeon it with a baseball bat.
This Dell Latitude D500 is the slowest thing since the invention of the Pentium processor. Even after two rebuilds, it sometimes requires multiple reboots per day, each of which takes a good 20 minutes. (Refer to my post on waiting to get an idea of just how much I enjoy spending that much time on the very thing that's supposed to increase my productivity.) Dell could have marketed this model with the line, "At least it's faster than your old 486...sometimes."
My life got better early this week when the head of our tech department responded to my pleas and agreed to replace this sloth with a Mac. The tech guys still won't let me smash this one to bits, though.
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what if you accidentally dropped it by your car and then accidentally ran over it?
That sounds really good; I'm just not sure how satisfying it would be compared to smashing it relentlessly. Maybe I could "pray for it" at HQ and then (oh-my-goodness) it slips out of my hands, and falls three storeys from the Prayer Center...
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