Loss

Something I could definitely do without is loss. It seems to be a theme lately. Both of the girls I've been working with at work for the last 9 months are getting ready to graduate. I'd love to post a picture to prove how cute they are and how sad it is that they're leaving, but that would be a horrible breach of confidentiality so you'll just have to take my word for it. Next week is the saddest loss for me right now because my sister Rachael and her family are moving away to Pittsburgh for dental school. I can totally prove how cute they are.



How will I get on without them? I don't know. Plus Chelsea is moving back to Illinois after teasing me with a summer of her presence. I can also prove how cute she and Ben are.



The latest in the string of losses, besides a good friend who is moving to California is the loss of my hard drive. So two years ago I became a mac person.


I have loved my little macbook up until last week when out of nowhere it crashed and my hard drive was completely wiped out.

So I took my computer into the technician at the simply mac store, where they told me he might get to it by Friday. When I hadn't heard anything by Monday, I decided to call the store. No one answered, so I left a message and received a message back basically saying "hey, i looked at your computer and your hard drive is fried so I ordered you a new one. I 'll call you tomorrow when I've got it installed."

Apparently they don't run these guys through sensitivity training. I mean, I've really been searching for empathy the past few days once I found out for sure that everything on my hard drive was irretrievable, and there seems to be a level of universal understanding that this is a really horrible thing. I mean, I had a lot of pictures and a lot of documents that are lost forever. That's a pretty big deal.

After Joe (that was his name) told me for sure on Tuesday that my hard drive was not only fried but that he had gone ahead and sent it off to mac in order to get me a new one so if I wanted to give it to someone to try to retrieve the data I wouldn't be able to do it, I went back to my office and had a good cry. I told the girls I was too depressed to do therapy. Then I did therapy anyway. Let's be honest, I can't help myself. Anyway, I went back to the store to pick up my sad empty little laptop and I was lamenting at the desk when I picked it up. This was the conversation.

Me: "man, this is really sad" (trying not to cry again)
Devin (or whatever the desk guy's name was): "at least it's fixed."
Me: "but I lost a lot of stuff"
Devin: "maybe next time you'll back it up"
Me: pound Devin over the head with my laptop.

Okay, so I didn't pound anyone, but I really wanted to. Seriously, if you read this blog and you ever have to give someone the bad news that 2 years of their life has been lost (okay, I'm being slightly dramatic here), a "wow, I'm really sorry" would be appropriate. I'm just saying.

So that's it. I love LOST but I hate loss. There you have it.

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So this shouldn't be an official post for me but I just have to respond to Tammy's awesome Fourth of July post with this picture from Labor day almost three years ago so as to prove that Greg doesn't learn his lesson easily since he basically has the same church outfit on in Moab as he did in Patrick's Pond. No church shoes, no tie, short-sleeved wrinkled shirt, and even a little scruff. (If you're not a frequenter of Greg and Tammy's blog, which I doubt because their list of friends is pretty much endless, you can check out the prescript to this post at gregandtammyadams.blogspot.com, stars and stripes forever post on July 6th).


In keeping with the title of my blog, I must say, Seriously, Greg. I'm sort of surprised Tammy also hasn't learned the lesson that she should probably just start packing for her husband. I will say that I also did not bring church shoes on this trip and I found a nice pair at the dollar store while we were waiting for all of our clothes to dry at the laundromat after the freak rainstorm drenched all our stuff. I guess they didn't have any ties at the dollar store.