I'm at work struggling through the last five hours before taking off for Christmas. Honestly, nobody does anything the week before Christmas, anyway. Why don't they just send us home? Although, I suppose if they sent us home the week before Christmas, then we wouldn't get anything done the week
before the week before Christmas.
Yesterday while I was bragging to my co-workers how great my
Iriver is, I dropped it on the floor by trying to get too far from the desk with the headphones on. Shortly thereafter it started freezing up every three or four songs. I looked on the web site, and it said that sometimes the data can get damaged if the player is dropped, and to just reload music. Shortly thereafter, the player started complaining of missing systems files. I looked that up on the web site, and it said to download new firmware drivers. I did this, and initially it seemed to have worked, but then when I tried to reload my music the computer couldn't see the player at all. I tried to download the new firmware again, and now the firmware updater couldn't see the player.
At this point I started thinking about how I was getting on an airplane today for Wyoming. I started panicking a bit. What if it was broken? I bought the replacement plan, but there are no Best Buys in Casper. If I couldn't fix it, I'm looking at a WHOLE WEEK without my MP3 player. I started getting butterflies in my stomach. I decided to bail on the whole thing and see if I could get a replacement player from Best Buy immediately. Fortunately, the old player was accepted back with no issues and they still had the Iriver H10 players in stock.
Whew.
It does disturb me a bit that I've become that dependent on this technology in only a month. After all, had I not gotten a new one I would have still had all the music on my laptop, and I could have used my 128 MB stick player like I have been doing for 2 years. Nevertheless, I was actually panicking at the idea of not having the big one for a week. White-showing-around-the-eyes, quick-shallow-breathing, run-to-the-store-at-7:30-the-night-before-leaving-town panicking.
At least I was able to combine that trip with purchasing a toy for Caroline. I went to the Imagination Toys and Shoes store over by DSW. It was a pretty cool store. And, no, I didn't buy baby shoes. I bought a curvy slidy whistley tower thingy. I forget what it's called, but it looks like it would be fun for a 18 month old. Oh, and they had the coolest toys there. They had this one display with remote control construction equipment that could drop little balls onto this conveyer belt tower thing that ran them around a assembly-line looking thing...
It was cooler than it sounds.
Check it out.