Current mood:
betrayed In the middle of doing life as usual, gearing up for end of the quarter reporters for school, end of the month reports, CT's updates, etc. I made the mistake of thinking I could take a nap while a scan was run so I could finish up what I was doing...
My being in a napping position gave hot shot an idea that he could so get on the computer....
Well, his plan was to restart the computer. I don't know if he even logged me off or not. All I know is that he came into the bedroom in a royale panic. I wasn't to coherent at first being that I was majorly tired, and there was no mention of the children or the dog nor of blood, puke or the need for stitches. I just rolled over and went to sleep. This really ticked him off and he woke me again to the news that life as we knew it was over.
Our computer crashed. It would turn on but there was no data to be found...
In a state of dismal zombieness we took it to the computer shop. There was a glimmer of hope. They might be able to recover some of the files. So we had to figure out what was the most important files for them to try...
So not what a brain numb zombie wants to hear. How do you prioritize your files. Do you go for the school and business? which of those two is more important. Do you go for your photos? Do you go for music? Do you go for the medical records? Do you go for the SD stuff?
Now for those who don't know... I use some pretty specific programs for things I do. They aren't what you would call user friendly for brain numb zombie to remember. See in their uniqueness or paranoia as one person described it. They do save their files in a database format. However, so not anyone can use it they save it a tad bit differently. Here I'm trying to figure out exactly what the ".XXX" letters are. I know them when i see them but for the life of me could I recall it to tell the tech... All the while trying to get my brain to work on recalling what I need, my stomach is falling as I see the hope of these files slipping further and further away.
The tech took pitty on me or maybe he was tired of the deer in the headlights look that I so clearly had on my face. He said he'd try to do a all files recovery.
A few days out... we get the call. The computer is toast. There is nothing to recover at the level the tech is experienced in. This error is too great. He offers the platitude that there wasn't anything I did to cause it. This is just an error that happens to many with no rhyme or reason... And it's a bad error to have happen. It can't be predicted as to when or if it will happen.
As he goes on with more blabbering. My inner witch is awoken. I'm trying to figure out why he thinks it's something i did. I'm not the know it all hot shot who f***ed the computer up. I'm about to set the record straight when he switches to something better to hear. The puter is under warranty still. The hard drive failed. So we can get a new harddrive for it. FREE!!! Which I agree to but what about the other data... That's when the sales pitch begins in earnst. They can send it to a level 2 or 3 recovery unit and try to salvage what is there... However, it would be a minimum of $400. Is the data worth that?
Again I don't know how do you put a price on it? So I let him talk to the hot shot computer killer.
In the mean time we have been going through our supposed back ups. Those that I have are corrupted. Meaning nothing on them is any good.
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