I just lost a year's worth of e-mails, almost 8000 in total, off my work computer. I was permanently deleting some mail and when I clicked out of the Trash to go back to my Inbox I received a message about an error with the messages being compacted and an "OK", so naturally I clicked "OK" as it was the only option, then when I went back to the Trash all of that e-mail...gone. GAH!
FWIW, I'm using Mail 1.3.11 on a Mac running OS 10.3.9.
Anyway, that's not a national tragedy or anything. Sure it will be annoying when I want to go back to an e-mail that had a phone number or something worth saving on it, but I'll manage. It got me thinking, though, some W's must have had some pretty bad computer issues before.
"You know what you need? Some new quotes in your sig. Yeah, I said it." -- DJFrostyFreeze
About a year ago, I lost my entire reporting and newspaper design portfolio due to hardware damage. I had some, but not all, of it backed up either via CD or having a hard copy of the issue, but I lost some of my best work, things I haven't been able to replace in the time since.
"I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don't have as many people who believe it."
I lost a USB flash drive which had about 3 weeks worth of lab data and my senior design project simulation file on it. Luckily, my professor had an older copy of the simulation which I had turned in several weeks back, so it wasn't too disastrous.
I found the drive about 6 months later on the first day of spring in the front pocket of a pullover I usually pack away for the winter. Now I am incredibly aware of checking my pockets before I put away any clothing.
Another contender is when I had just recently installed iTunes, and thus didn't know it too well yet. I was fairly inebriated and I accidentally deleted my entire music library, save the 200 or so tracks which my recycle folder was able to retain.
Ken Kennedy debuted a new finisher: Jeff Hardy fans will insist on calling it the Swanton Bomb, but it looks WAY more devastating when not performed by a 180-pound fruitcake. -Rick Scaia 06.12.2006
Mine was at work. I get a call Saturday morning saying that they can't get one of the computers to work. At the worst, we have to get that computer back up by Monday, or we will lose some information (the thing it's connected to only holds two days worth). I spend several hours trying different things to get it to startup. Nothing works. Usually when that happens, reinstalling Windows works fine. But for some reason, the CD that came with the computer has Windows XP on it, while the computer has Windows 2000 installed on it. And it's non-upgrade version of Windows XP, so it will only install on a blank partition.
So I format the hard drive, because there's nothing important we're going to lose anyway. Windows tries to check the disk for errors before it installs, but I hit cancel on that because it seems like a waste of time. I get everything installed, which takes several more hours. We're talking downloading and installing all the critical Windows updates, downloading and installing various other programs (for example, OpenOffice). The last thing I do is defragment the hard drive. When I restart it after that, the computer refuses to start up. Again.
I reformat, again. Windows again tries to run Scandisk to check the disk for errors, and for some reason I decide to let it finish. Bingo. Bad sectors on the hard drive. A file needed for Windows to start up must have been in those bad sectors both times the computer crashed.
So everything went fine after that. The thing that sucks is that I spent 16 hours (on the weekend) fixing the computer, and got paid nothing extra for it, because I was on salary.
At my old job I was locked out of some programs and I don't remember how or why. So I called one of our tech guys and he asked my for my password, which was one I made that I didn't have any idea I'd have to share. It was with a lot of embarrassment that I had to tell him my password, and let him know before hand that the password was only meant as a joke. Then I whispered it into the phone:
It was followed my his very loud, sharp laughter and a lot of snickering tech guys who passed me in the halls for the next couple days.
I have two WW1 bayonet blades. One is German and one is British. They are in a box in my old bedroom at my parent's house, and I doubt I will ever do anything with them other than give them away or maybe sell them on eBay.