I have been working/traveling for the last month almost non-stop. Last weekend I finally crashed at home with a pile of reviews to write and paperwork stacked beyond the capacity of the backpack that usually contains them. However, before anything could be done in the way of clearing the mess, surgery had to take place. My laptop was on its last leg — again.
As my last birthday officially landed me in my mid-thirties I realized that I had become “that guy.” The one bent over a table trying to save a laptop, worth about C-note in today’s market, with the same tools my father used to salvage a coo-coo clock 30 years ago.
When I asked him back then why he bothered with a piece of junk such as that, he just grumbled something about being “perfectly fine” which was followed by a “…nothing is wrong with it; you’ll see.” Almost 30 years later I find myself in the same boat.
Thankfully I was spared the agony of my old man catching me huddled over a decrepit machine with a $15 nutty-professor visor, because I’m half blind now, a set of jeweler’s screwdrivers, and 3-in-1 oil for an hour muttering about how nothing lasts anymore.
I learned a few things this weekend, actually. First, a little time and some carefully applied oil can fix almost anything. I’ve almost turned into my father minus the black socks. And last but not least, you may look like a big dork, but a hobby visor is a great investment if you like to see your work past your twenties.