Bad techie. Bad! No cookie!
Feb. 22nd, 2005 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdog"And no one will know my name until it's on a stone..."
-Eels, Your Lucky Day in Hell
I wrote about doing a reinstall on my system yesterday. I spent an hour and a half or so going through my old email, creating new folders and organizing all the correspondence dating back about four years ago and sorting all the files that have been sitting on my desk. I put everything into a folder to be copied to my second partition. Having completed that, I popped 2000 into the drive and dove in. Notice a missing step here?
I didn't. Not until last evening anyway. That's when I reinstalled my mail client and tried to reimport my four years of backed up email. I spent all that time organizing everything for backup and then didn't back it up. *whimpers*
I deleted all of the email that Andrea and I traded back and forth before we moved in together, but that's ok. Andrea has copies of all of that on her Yahoo account. What I don't have another copy of is all of the logs of the innumerable chats that kept us up 'till the wee hours of the morning so many nights. That is, until I bought a cell phone with no extra long distance charges (Andrea is the whole and entire reason I bought a cell phone) and we started talking to each other that way instead.
I deleted a voice mail message she left me on a cold morning early two years ago on the last day of one of my trips out to stay with her. I had locked myself out of my mother's car. There was a locksmith on the way and she had to go to work and I assured her that I was going to be ok but she still felt terrible about leaving me alone. At some point along her drive to work she called my cell phone and left a message. At first, she was just telling me how sorry she was that she had to go and that she wished she could have stayed, but then she started saying the most amazing things. She told me how deeply in love with me she was. She talked about how much she was looking forward to me moving to be with her and that the last six months had been the best and happiest of her life.
That was the same day that I stopped by the Electricians' Union to find out about apprenticeship requirements (that was my career plan at the time). After I was done, I called her to talk on my way out of town. I wasn't so far away and we both wanted to see each other again so we got together for lunch at the Taco Bell near her office. We just sat and talked and I showed her the enrollment forms for the union. I remember that day so well... After I got home, I plugged the audio tap I had on my phone line into my computer, dialed up my voice mail box, and recorded the message. *sighs* At least I listened to it once last night before I deleted it.
Beyond that, I deleted all the emails I exchanged with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daveqat, boixboi, and danieltheferret back when I first met them. I deleted the silly poem I wrote for Dave when I had a huge crush on him not only because he was the only person who'd ever paid any attention to me but because he's a great person. I deleted a beautiful record of my personal growth through the most change-filled period of my life to date. I'm so glad I started journaling or I wouldn't have any record of it.
I lost all of the emails back and forth with my friend Mike in Oregon. He was the guy I took a bus trip out to go and visit a couple years back. He contacted me after seeing something I wrote for Ravendays and we used to chat all the time too.
I lost about 900 LJ comments that I had set my mail program up to automatically put in their own little folder. It was just about every reply to my Livjournal since I started it. I never really looked in there, but it was nice to have.
I'm just writing about all of this here I suppose because I feel like I can at least remember it this way. I had a minor meltdown last night after I realized what I'd done. Andrea cuddled me for a few minutes after I collapsed on the bed and showed me that she had copies of all of our emails. We watched Antiques Roadshow and then went out for indulgent food. I had nachos and a buffalo burger at the Coney Island and then we stopped at 7-11 on the way home for a pint of Ben and Jerry's mint ice-cream with Oxford cream cookies. Andrea and I sat and watched a documentary on Malcolm X while we polished off the ice cream together, occasionally dribbling mint flavor oil that we bought at Big Lots on it. Afterward, I noted "My tummy hurts but I feel better." Said Andrea, with a soothing smile, "You really are a girl sometimes."
I'm coming to an acceptance of having lost all of this stuff. I'll manage to get on without it and keep it in my memory, like all the phone calls that I couldn't record. That said, does anyone know any freeware that can recover data from a reformatted disc? I'm thinking of giving it a try to see what I can get back. Failing that, I'd really appreciate if whoever is reading this would leave me a reply or send me an email with their contact information like email address, instant messenger names, phone numbers, whatever you'd like me to have. Maybe with a fresh start of it I can make some kind of more organized filing system for such information.
Apart from that, I finished my reinstall last night. To add insult to injury, the new ATI Catalyst driver I downloaded finally supports the multi-display mode I've been trying to use for a year, but when I try to switch to it it doesn't work. *sigh*
Andrea is getting very stressed and anxious about moving. I understand and do my best to help. I'm a little stressed too. I really want to finish up my MCSA before we move so I have at least a little better chance of finding a better job. I need to start job hunting too. Andrea as telling me to contact Kelly Services out there. I don't know how much they can do for me right now without me being there to take their tests, but I suppose I could at least send my résumé to them. Hmm. I need to update my résumé, don't I?
Gaah. This weekend cannot come fast enough. Even if I won't be abe to get much work done with the trip out to Wisconsin, the break (and, actually, time to play with a big dog again) will really help lift my spirits I think.
Hey, as I was doing the spell-checking on this, I was put on hold with the user I'm talking to; their hold music is Handel's Water Music. It's one of the fast, exciting, up-beat parts of it too. Maybe I'm a dork but that actually made me feel better.
-Eels, Your Lucky Day in Hell
I wrote about doing a reinstall on my system yesterday. I spent an hour and a half or so going through my old email, creating new folders and organizing all the correspondence dating back about four years ago and sorting all the files that have been sitting on my desk. I put everything into a folder to be copied to my second partition. Having completed that, I popped 2000 into the drive and dove in. Notice a missing step here?
I didn't. Not until last evening anyway. That's when I reinstalled my mail client and tried to reimport my four years of backed up email. I spent all that time organizing everything for backup and then didn't back it up. *whimpers*
I deleted all of the email that Andrea and I traded back and forth before we moved in together, but that's ok. Andrea has copies of all of that on her Yahoo account. What I don't have another copy of is all of the logs of the innumerable chats that kept us up 'till the wee hours of the morning so many nights. That is, until I bought a cell phone with no extra long distance charges (Andrea is the whole and entire reason I bought a cell phone) and we started talking to each other that way instead.
I deleted a voice mail message she left me on a cold morning early two years ago on the last day of one of my trips out to stay with her. I had locked myself out of my mother's car. There was a locksmith on the way and she had to go to work and I assured her that I was going to be ok but she still felt terrible about leaving me alone. At some point along her drive to work she called my cell phone and left a message. At first, she was just telling me how sorry she was that she had to go and that she wished she could have stayed, but then she started saying the most amazing things. She told me how deeply in love with me she was. She talked about how much she was looking forward to me moving to be with her and that the last six months had been the best and happiest of her life.
That was the same day that I stopped by the Electricians' Union to find out about apprenticeship requirements (that was my career plan at the time). After I was done, I called her to talk on my way out of town. I wasn't so far away and we both wanted to see each other again so we got together for lunch at the Taco Bell near her office. We just sat and talked and I showed her the enrollment forms for the union. I remember that day so well... After I got home, I plugged the audio tap I had on my phone line into my computer, dialed up my voice mail box, and recorded the message. *sighs* At least I listened to it once last night before I deleted it.
Beyond that, I deleted all the emails I exchanged with
daveqat, boixboi, and danieltheferret back when I first met them. I deleted the silly poem I wrote for Dave when I had a huge crush on him not only because he was the only person who'd ever paid any attention to me but because he's a great person. I deleted a beautiful record of my personal growth through the most change-filled period of my life to date. I'm so glad I started journaling or I wouldn't have any record of it.I lost all of the emails back and forth with my friend Mike in Oregon. He was the guy I took a bus trip out to go and visit a couple years back. He contacted me after seeing something I wrote for Ravendays and we used to chat all the time too.
I lost about 900 LJ comments that I had set my mail program up to automatically put in their own little folder. It was just about every reply to my Livjournal since I started it. I never really looked in there, but it was nice to have.
I'm just writing about all of this here I suppose because I feel like I can at least remember it this way. I had a minor meltdown last night after I realized what I'd done. Andrea cuddled me for a few minutes after I collapsed on the bed and showed me that she had copies of all of our emails. We watched Antiques Roadshow and then went out for indulgent food. I had nachos and a buffalo burger at the Coney Island and then we stopped at 7-11 on the way home for a pint of Ben and Jerry's mint ice-cream with Oxford cream cookies. Andrea and I sat and watched a documentary on Malcolm X while we polished off the ice cream together, occasionally dribbling mint flavor oil that we bought at Big Lots on it. Afterward, I noted "My tummy hurts but I feel better." Said Andrea, with a soothing smile, "You really are a girl sometimes."
I'm coming to an acceptance of having lost all of this stuff. I'll manage to get on without it and keep it in my memory, like all the phone calls that I couldn't record. That said, does anyone know any freeware that can recover data from a reformatted disc? I'm thinking of giving it a try to see what I can get back. Failing that, I'd really appreciate if whoever is reading this would leave me a reply or send me an email with their contact information like email address, instant messenger names, phone numbers, whatever you'd like me to have. Maybe with a fresh start of it I can make some kind of more organized filing system for such information.
Apart from that, I finished my reinstall last night. To add insult to injury, the new ATI Catalyst driver I downloaded finally supports the multi-display mode I've been trying to use for a year, but when I try to switch to it it doesn't work. *sigh*
Andrea is getting very stressed and anxious about moving. I understand and do my best to help. I'm a little stressed too. I really want to finish up my MCSA before we move so I have at least a little better chance of finding a better job. I need to start job hunting too. Andrea as telling me to contact Kelly Services out there. I don't know how much they can do for me right now without me being there to take their tests, but I suppose I could at least send my résumé to them. Hmm. I need to update my résumé, don't I?
Gaah. This weekend cannot come fast enough. Even if I won't be abe to get much work done with the trip out to Wisconsin, the break (and, actually, time to play with a big dog again) will really help lift my spirits I think.
Hey, as I was doing the spell-checking on this, I was put on hold with the user I'm talking to; their hold music is Handel's Water Music. It's one of the fast, exciting, up-beat parts of it too. Maybe I'm a dork but that actually made me feel better.
