Hit rock bottom and people want to blast you a new floor
My body started ringing alarms that I was perilously close to using up my reserves today.
All these days of inadequate sleep and practically not eating culminated when I was walking through a mall after being awake for 29 hours and only having eaten a couple of slices of bread. So I ate a slice of pizza, and drank a bubble tea for quick energy while the pizza digested.
That bought me a few more hours before I went home and crashed for a bit. 32.5ish hours awake this time. I'm becoming slightly alarmed at my lack of sleep lately.
And I woke up to find out that now that I have the room to get it back, several years worth of "memories" has been wiped out with no explanation of why.
I had a bunch of stuff (maybe six gig, although probably a good three gig of that was four movies) that had pictures, text files, and little things that I've been carting around for a long time sitting on the drive of my ex's machine. Memories, really.
Now, she'd told me the other week she wanted to nuke her machine and install some flavour of Linux, so I had to get that stuff back.. so I just took care of that. All that was left was arranging a mutually beneficial time, since if you ignore the movies (which I would have) it would still take a while to grab three gig.
I awoke to a message in msn from her saying she needs to format her drive today, am I around to get those files? Indication on the phone that she called but didn't leave a message. And an email in my hotmail with a 6.6 meg attachment saying "My computer went kaput and this is all I could save". The .rar file with the 6.6 is corrupt too. Yay.
Since there was no reason for the loss given, I called her up to inquire. And I immediately got some attitude. I wasn't being demanding, I just wanted to know what had happened, Christ.
And when I got the attitude, it made me wonder a bit if this was all just a smokescreen because she was impatient of waiting and wanted that Linux on her machine now.
I mean, I had pictures of my dad on that computer that I don't have anywhere else. He's dead now, so it's not like I'll be getting any new ones. I'm not sure if any of the rest of my family still has them. Got pics from others that are irreplaceable too. Memories, as I said. Am I so out of line in wondering what happened?
Apparently.
So if something unexpected genuinely happened, and she attempted to save what she could, kudos to her. If she just decided that NOW was the time to nuke and pave, and to hell with my stuff, then lame. The brush-off on the phone spoke volumes for the latter version.
All these days of inadequate sleep and practically not eating culminated when I was walking through a mall after being awake for 29 hours and only having eaten a couple of slices of bread. So I ate a slice of pizza, and drank a bubble tea for quick energy while the pizza digested.
That bought me a few more hours before I went home and crashed for a bit. 32.5ish hours awake this time. I'm becoming slightly alarmed at my lack of sleep lately.
And I woke up to find out that now that I have the room to get it back, several years worth of "memories" has been wiped out with no explanation of why.
I had a bunch of stuff (maybe six gig, although probably a good three gig of that was four movies) that had pictures, text files, and little things that I've been carting around for a long time sitting on the drive of my ex's machine. Memories, really.
Now, she'd told me the other week she wanted to nuke her machine and install some flavour of Linux, so I had to get that stuff back.. so I just took care of that. All that was left was arranging a mutually beneficial time, since if you ignore the movies (which I would have) it would still take a while to grab three gig.
I awoke to a message in msn from her saying she needs to format her drive today, am I around to get those files? Indication on the phone that she called but didn't leave a message. And an email in my hotmail with a 6.6 meg attachment saying "My computer went kaput and this is all I could save". The .rar file with the 6.6 is corrupt too. Yay.
Since there was no reason for the loss given, I called her up to inquire. And I immediately got some attitude. I wasn't being demanding, I just wanted to know what had happened, Christ.
And when I got the attitude, it made me wonder a bit if this was all just a smokescreen because she was impatient of waiting and wanted that Linux on her machine now.
I mean, I had pictures of my dad on that computer that I don't have anywhere else. He's dead now, so it's not like I'll be getting any new ones. I'm not sure if any of the rest of my family still has them. Got pics from others that are irreplaceable too. Memories, as I said. Am I so out of line in wondering what happened?
Apparently.
So if something unexpected genuinely happened, and she attempted to save what she could, kudos to her. If she just decided that NOW was the time to nuke and pave, and to hell with my stuff, then lame. The brush-off on the phone spoke volumes for the latter version.
posted by Rimmy at 20:44
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