Urgh.
Today I got a scare in the shape of missing thesis. Oh. Mah. Gawd. Two, almost three years of hard work nearly binned to gods know where, because it was a damned bad idea to switch the drives without properly remembering just where did I stash the little berks - that is, thesis, and the questionnaire results. I swear, I got three new gray hairs just because of this little mishap.
What lead to it was my request to one of my colleagues to check over it to tell me if there are any missing points and such - through the years of writing I learned the true value of a good beta and to have someone who knows about the stuff going through my work it's even better. Well, and I decided to send it today, but then I was stopped in a screeching halt, because my laptop couldn't find the thing, no matter what I typed into the browser. I also checked my old drive, but it seems that my dumb-ass of an older brother wiped it out clean - stuuupid sibling, I know, especially because I especially said I don't want to have anything wiped out until I get my thesis over and done with, so that now I have a backlog of work because some files apparently weren't transferred to their new location. Gah, this sucks. Majorly, but the luck in otherwise glum situation is, that it's relatively small mishap.
I thank all the lucky stars and deities for the existence of Sent folders in email accounts and the backup data on my other driver, because otherwise I would have been in a really, really deep shit. So, the moral of this little story, guys and gals... sometimes the Sent folder can really save your butt, especially when it concerns big projects, and if you don't, it still pays up to make a backup copy of really important stuff on your laptop. Even if it's only on an USB key, but the important fact is that it exists somewhere you have an access to in the case if you lose your primary log means.
On the note of preparing to National Exams... it goes really slowly. Meaning, I am procrastinating a bit, because I have to recover from the shock I got this morning, and I still have some new plotdragons to nurse. Oh, and listening to Book Of My Life by Sting. Ironic one, but well, love it all the same.
About the updating my stories... well, my beta says it will be a couple of weeks still until she will be really available, and sadly, the same goes for me, if I want to successfully do the National Exams. However, I will still write, as it stands, I really gotta finish some chapters.
Signing off,
Eirenei
PS: Will have to teach mom how do do with Word. /deflating, low puppy ears/. Even the writer's sanctioned program won't be safe from her curious paws anymore... Yeah, I am balking, but it isn't the professional who is dangerous, but the amateur, because they can fuck up the simplest thing in a jiffy. Let's just cross the fingers and hope for the best.
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