I think I mentioned that my IT friend, Bob, gave me a magical CD that helped me while I was trying to install a new drive and salvage files from the old (dying) drive.
Well, so far it's all working, thankyewjeezis. Last night I salvaged my Outlook PST file from the dying drive and THANK GOD for that! It not only has a boatload of e-mails on it, and my contacts databases, but also it has my calendar, full of reminders of people's recovery anniversaries, pending Civil Unionizations, birthdays, recycling reminders, doctors appointments and, well, MY ENTIRE LIFE!
How do people live without Outlook?
Anyway it's saved (until I get it backed up someplace else, off-site, in a vault).
Tonight I've reserved an hour to get a newsreader called "Agent" working. It's a very old, pre-version 1.0, copy. I probably should just upgrade (it's up to version 4.something).
Then there's the matter of licenses. I haven't worried too much about my iTunes licenses, but I'm really concerned about my two year subscription to Norton and my full-blown version of Office, which I have on CD.
I'm probably worrying over nothing. Right now, though, I'm having a problem with the network interface (Internet Explorer) which tends to "head south" quickly, when I try to visit my favorite websites. There's nothing wrong with my internet connection, though. I can ping the Comcast servers with no problems, but it won't recognize CNN, or Yahoo. I may have to dig into my firewall settings to see what that's about.
Anyway, it's like watching paint dry and, unfortunately, it takes me back to my Wall Street days, with all the insecurities I lived with for over 12 years, when I worked there. I hate feeling incompetent. It's the alcoholic perfectionist in me. I know that now. Still, it's uncomfortable.
On a totally different topic, when I got home last night there was an envelope from the Screen Actor's Guild. I ripped it open first. It contained my brand-spanking-new membership card. They not only restored my membership, they back-dated me to my initial joining date. And I got my original member number back, too. I looked at it and was kind of shocked when I read this:
"Member since 1981." It's been 26 years since I did a commercial for New York Air (a now defunct air shuttle between NY and Boston), which we shot out at LaGuardia on a bitterly cold winter morning in February of that year. That was my entree into professional show business. SAG became my parent union. Later I joined Actor's Equity Association and the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists (AFTRA).
I don't know why these things mean so much to me, but they do. It's kind of like I'm shutting one door and opening another. I don't know where it will lead, but it's my duty to do the leg work to get there.
Life involves a lot of "showing up and being prepared", doesn't it?
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Yay, you. Look at you go!
And to think, it all started by simply put down the drink.
Not forever, mind you, but just one day at a time.
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