Continued from Tuesday...

Previously on Me Me Me... My Dad buys a projector for a presentation after my recommendation. Projector doesn't do what I thought it did, we need a laptop. My Canadian Girlfriend has cracking fun bags. My dad's emergency laptop is crap but we have another one. Projector breaks after being used for about 20 minutes. I grab a hot cross bun and storm off to work to get a replacement.

POLICE!!!!! I slam my foot on the brake taking me down to 72 mph and sending my phone, wallet and water bottle sliding off the passenger seat.

I drive into the work car park approximately 13 minutes after I left my Parents. Work has an eerie feeling about it. It's like a ghost town. There's no one there. I haven't seen it this dead since I once left at five past four on a Friday. I pass the Deputy Director of HR who has obviously been in concocting evil schemes for the week ahead. I remember to ring Switchboard and tell them I am disarming the alarm. The last thing I need at this point of the day is to be dragged off by a too-thick-for-the-police Security Guard.

I grab the projector and head off towards the Church where my dad is doing his presentation. (Inside the Reader's Mind: Hmmm, he's mentioned Religion... I think I'll go and find another blog that concentrates totally on Fart Jokes. For those people, I feel I should take this chance to point out that I am not a Religious Nut-Job. I don't even believe in Vampires.)

I do the one hour round trip in 30 minutes. I slump in the chair and begin plugging in the plugs and wiring up the wires. Everything is hunky dory and then, with about 15 minutes before the start, I plug in the USB stick. You can see where this is going can't you? At some point in the day during the copying, deleting and other editing - the drive had become corrupt.

Another dash!!! This time the five minute journey to my Parent's. I load their computer up and begin re-copying the presentation. I can't find the movies. I will have to re-convert them from the DVD. I begin this process. And then on the busiest day in my life ever, everything goes serene. I am no longer in control of my own destiny. The little green bar is now my master. It begins to trickle across the screen "7 minutes remaining".

I wonder if eventually at the end of your life you're going to get back all the time that you've spent waiting for the green bar or the blue line or the little file to fly from left to right. It must add up to weeks.

And then it's done. I get in the car, get back in plenty of time and we're underway!

The presentation goes really well but we have a different laptop, projector and USB stick than we started out with four hours ago but as I said back at the very beginning - there's nothing that can go wrong.

"Who wants a curry?" says my Dad.