After having spent far too much time on the line with both HP (which is evil, btw) and the delivery company, which included me skipping class for two whole days now (which I was not happy about), the pickup service was supposed to come today. this meant I spent another day sitting around chewing on my fingernails. Cait wasn’t feeling too well, so there wasn’t any reason to keep me from stealing her laptop while she slept, so I alternated between working on her laptop, cooking, and jumping up and running to the window every time anything that even slightly sounded like a truck came by.
The later in the day it got, the antsier I got. My main goal for the day was to get my laptop sent off, and then to be able to make it to class (because I was not about to miss yet another day of classes just for the sake of not getting my laptop picked up again). Thus I spent my day panicking. If they didn’t come, I knew I was going to be livid, and I didn’t want to be livid. I wanted to go to class, make cookies, and have drinking chocolate. I didn’t want to spend more time on the phone and at this point, the only thing I did want to do with my computer was smash it repeatedly. The only thing keeping me from doing so was because the laptop was expensive and it isn’t nice to smash nice things, especially when you would have to then buy a replacement.
And smashing things generally invalidates the warranty.
Finally, I gave up and called the pickup service. She said she would call the man picking it up, and then she dropped a bombshell: she told me that the weight of the box seemed to indicate that HP had sent me a replacement laptop, not just the case for my laptop to go to them.
I went and woke up Cait to tell her this news, which in retrospect was probably a bad idea, as she was still sick. But I was excited, and she needed to drink some tea anyway, which was a good excuse.
The woman called back and let me know that the delivery guy was almost there, and that he would call when he arrived. I stared at my phone until he did so, then ran out, nearly forgetting my keys (the doors all lock automatically), and retrieved him and the box. He had instructions for how to package it, and we began fiddling with the box. Cait joined us, and we all opened it up expectantly, waiting to see what sort of computer, exactly, they had sent.
The computer was none. She was wrong. Which, actually, makes sense when you reflect on it, but at the moment, we were so wanting a computer that it seemed like it was possible. So we packed up mine, and saw it off.
And I had to run, but I got to class on time.