That would have been me last night.
Generally I can get a lot of Gues Who stuff done between 10-11 PM. and 2-3 AM.
So, I was humming along nicely last night, collating illustration files in an effort to publish a new catalog. Cut, paste, delete old file; cut, paste, delete old file; cut, paste, delete old file. I mean to tell you my fingers were on fire.
To bad my brain had ceased to keep up. I just got done with a five page transfer, that involved 45 illustrations, and I thought I was deleting the last old file, when 'poof', my brand new file vanished. No sweat, it probably went into the recycle bin I can retrieve it from there. I go to the recycle bin, there is no sign of the file, uh-oh. I had not given this file a name. I don't know what the heck I'm looking for. Plus, I was so cocky, when I was putting the old files in the bin, they were empty, I did not save the illustrations in the file when I deleted them.
S--t! S--t! S--t!
I was seeing red, it has been a loooong time since I have been so mad at myself. I wanted to vent, but it was almost 3:00, and I didn't want to wake Frankie, because I knew she would not be sympathetic to my plight. Eventually I gave up looking for the file, and sadly, dejectedly, miserably, defeated and angered I went to bed.
This morning I sit here, sad, dejected, miserable, defeated, but not so much angry any more. You can only nurse anger for so long, and then 'stupid' sets in. So, the lesson I learned is don't get cocky...that just makes you a 'Dumb A--. (I guess there is a little anger left.)
I'm not sure how I am going to retrieve the missing files, and more importantly all those illustrations. I know they are on my computer somewhere, funny thing is, I was back-upping my files on a flash drive for Karen, and that was going to be the very next thing to do when the 'poof' thing happened. That makes me even a "dumber-a--".
Grrrrrrr.
Frankie: "Morning, what's ya doin'?"
Me: "Contemplating."
Frankie: "I probably shouldn't ask, but, contemplating what?"
I proceed to tell her what had happened. I can see her eyes glaze over...she does not give a crap.
Me: "You do know I love you, don't you?"
Frankie: "Sure."
Me: (In a loud, cranky, unkind voice.) ''GET OUT OF HERE....GRRRRR.....OR I'M GOING TO SPIT TACKS. BUST A GUSSET, POP A VEIN. You want to be responsible for that?"
Silence.
Frankie: "Spit tacks, baaa,haaa,haaa, bust a gusset...tee, hee, hee.. pop a vein ha, ha ha...can I watch.
She tousles my hair, and leaves the room.
Silence.
Okay, maybe I have over reacted. It isn't like I can't eventually replace the file. I do have hard copies, pictures downloaded from my camera on the computer, and hundreds of other illustrations I can use. I guess losing one file is not the end of the world...
And, reality is, it isn't really about the loss of the file, it's about me, I had allowed myself to become what I thought was so computer savvy I was beyond making such a 'rooky mistake'. So, as a reminder, I'm going to put a sign on my computer.
Pride goeth before a fall.
Idiot!!!!!!
Yep, that would be me, that would be me.
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