When chairs go bad... and the unmistakable sound of power tools ripping through wood.
I have had my current office chair for quite a while now. It's comfortable - but it should be, as I spend a lot of time sitting in it. I have always treated it nicely, but today it viciously turned on me. When my back was turned it reached out, snatched a USB cable and gave it a gentle tug. This might not have been so bad had this cable not been connected to a small but portable piece of equipment. Which ever so gracefully slid towards the chair and took a graceful swan dive onto the carpet covered concrete below.
Aghast at the event that had occurred, I desperately tried to will myself backwards in time a few brief seconds to no avail. (Despite what we are told in books and the movies, that move never seems to work.)
I gently scooped up the small metallic blue box and inspected it. The case was in perfect condition - gleaming under the glow of florescent lights, Sadly, once powered up the device within made a very quiet sound akin to a radial arm saw ripping through plywood, followed by a loud click, and a moment of silence. And repeat performances ensued ad nausium.
Ad nausium is indeed the correct term here, as nausea was the feeling I was left with looking at my external hard drive and realizing with abject horror just how long it has been since **THAT** particular drive had been backed up. This was paired with a sense of dawning horror as I realized what files were contained on the shiny external device. And the instant recognition of the sound that can only accompany one event.... a fatal head crash.
So, I call for a moment of silence in respect for a fallen hero, and ask that all of your thoughts are kindly with it as it undergoes surgery in the capable (?) hands of the data recovery experts over the next few days.
And I remind all of you of the very words of wisdom that I impart to others when they ask for sage advice on what data they should back up. I always recommend that people ONLY back up the data that they can not afford to lose. Sadly, I don't always listen to myself.
Aghast at the event that had occurred, I desperately tried to will myself backwards in time a few brief seconds to no avail. (Despite what we are told in books and the movies, that move never seems to work.)
I gently scooped up the small metallic blue box and inspected it. The case was in perfect condition - gleaming under the glow of florescent lights, Sadly, once powered up the device within made a very quiet sound akin to a radial arm saw ripping through plywood, followed by a loud click, and a moment of silence. And repeat performances ensued ad nausium.
Ad nausium is indeed the correct term here, as nausea was the feeling I was left with looking at my external hard drive and realizing with abject horror just how long it has been since **THAT** particular drive had been backed up. This was paired with a sense of dawning horror as I realized what files were contained on the shiny external device. And the instant recognition of the sound that can only accompany one event.... a fatal head crash.
So, I call for a moment of silence in respect for a fallen hero, and ask that all of your thoughts are kindly with it as it undergoes surgery in the capable (?) hands of the data recovery experts over the next few days.
And I remind all of you of the very words of wisdom that I impart to others when they ask for sage advice on what data they should back up. I always recommend that people ONLY back up the data that they can not afford to lose. Sadly, I don't always listen to myself.