Monday, January 24, 2005
The Massacre
Either way, it was my fault.
I left the internet on for 12 hours and never thought the morning I left for work was the last time I was ever going to see my RCAlogbookV6 again. A year's worth of work was condensed, consolidated, amalgamated in there ready for the college to see. I had 673 cases all nicely logged in, with time, cases and all problems encountered. Ready to be churned and legoed into various reports. It's an evidence that I have been trained to be entrusted with someone's life.
I went home to see the PC hung. Ctr-Alt-del helped to shut down and the Win 2000 restarted. A small DOS window appeared which had:
blablablablabla window blablabla do you want to blabla (Y/N)?
And with half a brain the size of mutated chickpea I clicked YES. The window started displaying one file after another scrolled up the screen labelled- deleted.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...stop stop stop. It was too late. The deleting massacre went on for a good 2 minutes. Scrolling up with vengeance and deleting as it went along. Take me instead!!! Take me. Take me. I could only watch. I was paralysed.
When it completely restarted, I was only half puzzled as to why the desktop looked a bit empty. All the mp3 which were lurking about disorganizely before, seemed to have either organized itself or vanished??? I knew then the files had been deleted.
I was in denial, and because I am in England I went to the kitchen to have a cuppa. Cleared my head. Whether or not that's what people do when they accidently, stupidly deleted their own files, I wasn't sure.
I came to my senses and it materialized that I had the most important program in there. The logbook!!!!! In no time I discovered that the program was empty. It then dawned on me that I should properly mourn. It felt dark and future seemed bleak, because I never did any back up files.
It could be a worm or a virus. We don't know but the prognosis is unfavourable. I still believe it's my stupidity. Whichever one it was, I only have myself to blame.
I left the internet on for 12 hours and never thought the morning I left for work was the last time I was ever going to see my RCAlogbookV6 again. A year's worth of work was condensed, consolidated, amalgamated in there ready for the college to see. I had 673 cases all nicely logged in, with time, cases and all problems encountered. Ready to be churned and legoed into various reports. It's an evidence that I have been trained to be entrusted with someone's life.
I went home to see the PC hung. Ctr-Alt-del helped to shut down and the Win 2000 restarted. A small DOS window appeared which had:
blablablablabla window blablabla do you want to blabla (Y/N)?
And with half a brain the size of mutated chickpea I clicked YES. The window started displaying one file after another scrolled up the screen labelled- deleted.
Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...stop stop stop. It was too late. The deleting massacre went on for a good 2 minutes. Scrolling up with vengeance and deleting as it went along. Take me instead!!! Take me. Take me. I could only watch. I was paralysed.
When it completely restarted, I was only half puzzled as to why the desktop looked a bit empty. All the mp3 which were lurking about disorganizely before, seemed to have either organized itself or vanished??? I knew then the files had been deleted.
I was in denial, and because I am in England I went to the kitchen to have a cuppa. Cleared my head. Whether or not that's what people do when they accidently, stupidly deleted their own files, I wasn't sure.
I came to my senses and it materialized that I had the most important program in there. The logbook!!!!! In no time I discovered that the program was empty. It then dawned on me that I should properly mourn. It felt dark and future seemed bleak, because I never did any back up files.
It could be a worm or a virus. We don't know but the prognosis is unfavourable. I still believe it's my stupidity. Whichever one it was, I only have myself to blame.
