My problems with Herbert are over... he died completely tonight. Again.
I took him to Best Buy and asked for a manager and told the guy "I don't want to be a screaming crazy lady in your store, but I'm really upset, so I apologize." He was REALLY nice and after I told him the story starting from the mobo + HD death in March, he said "I don't even want to mess around with trying to fix it for you. I want to just junk it out and get you store credit for a new computer."
I could have kissed him, honestly. Super easy, they gave me a gift card for the full amount and I went off into the store to find a new computer.
Found a new one. Eyed a slightly more expensive model but decided to just buy the one that was the same as my old one. I asked the kid checking me out if I could put additional hard drives in this computer, because I had bought one before that didn't have expansion bays. He had to go ask but came back and said "100% yes."
Got home, opened it and immediately opened the CPU to check for expansion bays... apparently I wasn't specific enough... I want to add 3.5" drives, not 2.5"...
By then it was 8:40 and too late to really go back and get the other machine. So I hope when I get there tomorrow morning it will still be there because they only had one on the shelf, and the college kids just moved into their dorms Thursday so they're all going to be raiding Best Buy and Target and everywhere else this weekend spending their parent's money. Hopefully I can get there and get my machine and go home and just be done.
I have to fork over another $250 but honestly I really kind of wanted the other one... and I told the guy helping me pick one out "Just give me this one before I talk myself into spending more money." I should have just bought it. *sigh*
I told my dad about it and he said "But you know with the hourly rate you're making doing freelance stuff you'll have that $250 paid off in X hours."
"I know," I said, "but... I just didn't want to spend any money right now... I don't have a lot and I didn't want to spend any..."
"I know," he says. "But it's an investment."
In other words it was a typical conversation with my dad. Where he tells me to spend money. Because life is an investment. And I know he's right but **** if that doesn't make me broke.