I know this is a day early, since it’s Thursday. But I was actually going to post yesterday (as a WTF Wednesday) and ran out of time, so technically it’s late.
Here it is:
Mid-term paper due Wednesday night. I started it about two weeks ago. This past weekend I gave it all the meat it needed (many pages worth), then spent Monday and Tuesday chiseling it down into a recognizable shape.
I worked on multiple computers and I emailed myself drafts on a daily basis, so I’d always have the latest one handy no matter what computer I was using.
Tuesday night I get home from work, committed to honing the thing down to it’s final glorious shape. This would leave me with just a few minutes of work Wednesday, to polish: a last read-through to catch any minor errors that slipped through the cracks on Tuesday night.
I worked dilligently and with purpose, this was my final stretch, the last agnonizing sprint before the finish line. It came together beautifully. I had, seriously, a symphony of a paper. It was really excellent. Of course, I was saving every three to five minutes.
(I learned the keyboard shortcut for saving in high school and use it compulsively. Saving happens without even thinking a lot of times. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that I type CTRL+S in my sleep.)
Finally, I was finished. I saved the document one last time, closed the word processing program, and opened my email to send myself the final draft. Just in case. Always good to have a backup copy online.
IT WASN’T THERE.
The file had LITERALLY been wiped off the computer. It was not visible in the folder I saved it to. It would not open within the word processing program. Auto search didn’t find it. Manual search didn’t find it. Rebooting the computer didn’t fix it. Auto-restore didn’t fix it.
It. Was. Gone.
Forty-five minutes (and some serious ranting) later, I gave it up and went to sleep. Spent a frenzied day yesterday re-doing the final revision. (Saved to multiple devices under multiple names this go-round). By the time I left for school I was a zombie. I don’t even remember the two hour drive into the city. But it’s done. LAAA!!
The frustrating part about events like this is that I followed all the rules. I did everything I could have possibly done to prevent that exact even from happening. Fortunately, I also planned out my time so that I wasn’t working until the last possible minute. That saved me.
Planning only solves so much, you know? Sometimes shit just happens.