My day today ain’t off to a hot start:
After my usual morning shenanigans, I sat down at my desk with a large cup of water and a tiny cup of espresso, ready to start my day.
My arm had another plan though…
Instead of following my body like it does every day, it decided to cause some chaos and knock over both the large glass of water and tiny cup of espresso that were standing innocently by my laptop.
Wham!
A rush of water and espresso was released! Its momentum carried the espresso-laced water all the way across my keyboard, snagged my charger (but thankfully not the important part), spread over to my mouse and mousepad, and dirtied up my yellow legal pads of notes with a dark brown stain. Apparently, only the espresso made it all the way to my notes.
This unleashed a full panic attack on my nervous system:
My mind ran at a million miles per hour.
“I need to write several emails this morning.”
“I might have to take a two-hour roadtrip to buy a new Macbook from the Apple store.”
“I can’t do my job without a computer.”
And many such bad thoughts snuck into my psyche as I searched for a roll of paper towels to mitigate the damage.
After spending a good twenty minutes cleaning up the mess I made and making sure everything was dry enough to reconnect, I plugged in my laptop.
Nada.
“Oh shit, this ain’t good.” - my central nervous system-controlled thoughts told me.
Y’see, I forgot that Peanut and I drove 40 minutes to her dad’s for dinner last night. And I didn’t plug in my laptop when we got home because it was late.
Well, my laptop has been having a weird problem of not shutting down correctly when closed, and so it was dead.
This did not help my panic-induced thoughts.
So, I jumped in the shower (which I was waiting to take until after I did yoga) because I figured my computer was long gone and I needed a replacement stat.
But when the warm water hit my body, even though I thought my computer went kaput before my very eyes, the water helped my body relax.
When I went back into my office to check on my computer, it showed signs of life. I forgot it was dead from last night—and it seemed to be working.
But then, it was glitching. False hope I thought. But I restarted it, and the glitches went away.
My computer didn’t die. But the keyboard still feels a little damp compared to what it usually feels like as my fingertips tip and tap on the keys.
(I’ll probably turn my laptop over 180 degrees each time I step away today to make sure none of the water seeps deeper into it.)
Crisis averted, kinda.
How’s that saying go?
“An Apple a day keeps the doctor away.” - Steve Jobs
I’m left with only gratefulness for Apple. In fact, despite spilling liquid onto my laptop a couple times before, I’ve never spilled this much liquid. And so, I researched the most effective ways to dry it out. (I’m currently writing this in the sun, instead of on my desk, to help.)
Through my research, I learned the following:
The worst case scenario for liquid getting onto your Macbook is if it enters the logic board. Once it hits the logic board, your laptop is doomed.
But Apple has designed fail safes that help prevent liquid on the keyboard entering the logic board. For example, the technology that lights up the keys on a Macbook “doubles” as a protective layer for your logic board.
That said, I keep hearing weird sizzling noises as I type this. That doesn’t sound good…
Best to let it sit for a while…
(3 hours later)
I just traveled through space and time, cully!
After that sizzling sound, I figured it was best to power down my laptop, flip it into “tent position,” and let it dry as much as possible before I use it again.
This caused quite another ruckus to my morning: I had to drive 35 minutes round trip to my aunt’s house to grab her Macbook (I’m not very skilled with Windows and have been on “Team Apple” since I was five years old).
But luckily, since I use Chrome, turning her computer into “my” computer was as simple as signing into my Chrome profile.
(Lesson in there)
But yeeeeesh.
This is NOT how I expected my morning to start, especially because today was already slammajamma packed before my arm spilled an entire glass of water (and espresso) on my computer.
Moral of this story?
While there is plenty to learn from this email, nothing is as important as this:
Your worries don’t come true 90% of the time (if not, more).
After the spill, I worried about losing my computer, not being able to find a replacement in a hurry, hearing from my clients wondering where tf I was, and the list goes on and on and on.
Well, none of them happened.
My computer’s fine. My replacement computer works (and I was able to get it pretty quickly all things considered). And not-a-one of my clients questioned where I was—and no fires would’ve erupted if I told them what happened.
Even if it feels like all your worries are imminent in the moment, time and space make them disappear almost 100% of the time.
Hopefully you don’t have to remember this lesson the hard way like I did.
Anywho:
Need help turning your misfortunes into, well, fortunes through email?
Hit reply, and let’s chat.
John
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