Judgement Day

In which the Author experiences some
technical difficulties

Fans of the Terminator films will know that Judgement Day is the day that Skynet achieves self-awareness, and the machines turn on their creators. On Tuesday, I felt like Sarah Connor must have felt, with the forward knowledge of the holocaust to come. By three in the afternoon, I kept waiting for the big man in black leather biker gear and shades to appear around the next corner. What a fucking day!

The Good and Evil Twins (see ‘Bloody Women!‘) had asked me a couple of weeks before to prepare a quiz to mark their birthday on 27 February. They were born in 1981, so I decided I’d base the entire quiz on that year. I looked up a few reference books and a couple of websites, and soon had the raw material for the quiz on my hard drive. I had pictures of people who made the news in 1981, twenty questions to do with events of that year, and the twenty songs that occupied the No 1 slot in the UK charts. I was on fire – it was going to be a great quiz, the best this year so far – and it was all ready to go.

Then Skynet took over …

My printer’s been out of commission for some time, so I phoned the library in town and booked a PC for 1.00 p.m. It used to be easy enough – I’d copy the files to a 3½” disk, take it to the library, plug it in, and Robert was my father’s brother. Then the library upgraded their hardware, and the disk drives aren’t there any more. Dim problem, as we say in the Valleys. I was meeting my friend Angela in town beforehand, so I emailed the Word files to myself. All I had to do was to log into my email, retrieve the attachments, and print them off.

After a nice pub lunch, Angela and I headed to the library and I tried to log in to my email account. And waited … And waited … And waited …

So I went to the reception desk and asked Judith G. if anyone else had reported any problems. She said nobody’d mentioned it to her, but Menna said that someone had experienced problems earlier that day. She didn’t know if it was Hotmail or not, but this person couldn’t access their emails. Even while I was trying various back routes into the MSN site, someone else on a neighbouring terminal was having the same trouble.

Thinking that this might have been purely a library-based issue, we decided to try an alternative tack. Since Angela’s PC also doesn’t cater for the old disks, I decided to buy a memory stick. (I’ve been meaning to buy one for ages anyway, so it seemed like a good excuse.) The plan was to go to Angela’s house, and see if I could log in on her PC – then transfer the files and go back to the library to print them off. (Angela’s printer is very temperamental too!)

On the way to Argos, I stopped off at the cashpoint. I put my card in and keyed in my PIN. The machine went through the motions until the very last moment, then displayed a message:

THIS ATM IS UNABLE TO PROCEED WITH THIS TRANSACTION AT THIS TIME

That usually means that the machine’s just run out of money, so I crossed the road and went to another cashpoint. After going through the motions again, the machine displayed a different message:

YOUR CARD IS NOT VALID IN THIS MACHINE

By now, I was starting to get rather worried. I decided that the Link network must have gone down – maybe there was some sort of virus attack on the Internet. It would certainly explain the Hotmail and the cashpoint …

We went to my own bank and tried the machine there. Again, I had a message telling me that the card was invalid. So I went inside …

I gave my card to the woman at the counter and explained what had happened. She took one look at the card and tried not to laugh. I’d been trying to use my old card, which expired in the summer. I don’t even know why it was even still in my wallet!

I said, ‘Have you got a pair of scissors?’ and left it with her. Armed with my current card, I took some cash out and we headed for Argos.

At the little stock check terminal, I keyed in the catalogue number for the cheapest 1 Gb stick. It was out of stock. So I keyed in the number of a slightly more expensive 1 Gb stick. That was out of stock as well! Five minutes later, I came out with a 2 Gb stick, and we headed straight to Angela’s. Where I failed to log into Hotmail again.

The quiz was Wednesday night. By now it was nearly 4 o’clock  on Tuesday afternoon. I needed to print the sheets ASAP. I left Angela’s place and legged it home, phoning the library on the way to book another terminal for 5.00 pm. When I got home, I had to restart my PC as I’d put some updates on. It took fucking ages! I was watching the minutes tick by, waiting for it to get ready so I could copy the files to my new stick. Finally, I was ready. I grabbed all the rest of the stuff (the music CDs and things) and headed down to the library again.

Now I was ready. I loaded the files up, sent them to the printer, and went to pay Judith to have the copies released from the job queue. And nothing happened. So Judith phoned Paul W. in Hirwaun to see if he could unlock the pending jobs from his network terminal. He couldn’t. I pocketed my money and headed back to the terminal.

I logged in to my Yahoo! account, attached the files to a new email, and sent them to myself in work. The subject line read Twins Birthday Quiz! DO NOT DELETE THIS, IT’S NOT SPAM!!

I removed my stick, logged off in despair, and headed for the pub. Gaz was there, having finished work early, so I recounted my tale of trying to print off three sheets of bloody paper. He didn’t believe me. When Nick B. came in, we tried the CD on the sound system to make sure it worked. It did! It was the only part of the quiz that hadn’t been affected by Skynet! To celebrate, I had a few more beers and headed home after stop-tap.

And on Wednesday morning I couldn’t find the folder containing the music discs. I hunted high and low, and eventually realised that I must have left it in the pub the night before. Thank Goddess I didn’t stop off for a Chinese on the way home. When I got to work, I phoned the pub. Nick had found the folder and tucked it away behind the bar. I printed the sheets out in work and we were ready to rock.

On Wednesday evening, one team asked me where the colour pictures were. I said, ‘If I told you what I’ve been through to get these printed, we wouldn’t have time for the fucking quiz!’

It’s now Saturday evening, and as far as I know my sheets are still in the job queue in the library network. Just as long as they don’t try to charge me for the copies when they do eventually print out, I don’t really mind!