I'm about to bust into some Garfield type shit here. Fuck a Monday!
(Granted, the reference to the evils of Mondays in the kitty cartoon don't really apply to me. I don't have a normal job, and I don't attend school, but fuck some semantics, too!)
Last Monday my wife came home & told me to check my email, "I sent you something."
Dutifully I hopped online, wondering what it could be (did she send me divorce papers? Is she sick of my shit already?), and was sent into a state of awe, akin to religious exctacy.
She had bought, just for me, a brand new laptop.
Holy shit.
A new laptop, with a 15 1/2" monitor.
It arrived today. The day had been nothing but fine (aside from learning that she had made a dental appointment for me... ugggghhhhh....); I had gotten some page work done for the new graphic novel, I washed some dishes, I had smiled a few times.
The UPS guy finally arrives, I open the box, I pull it out, I plug it in, I start installing programmes, I start transferring over files from the wife's external hard drive, I download iTunes, and here's where the horror began.
I realized, just after changing my screensaver that my image files were missing.
Gone.
Disappeared. They weren't even lurking in the recycle bin, waiting to be retrieved & dusted off. They had simply ceased to exist.
My photos, my scans, and my jobs in progress are all fucking gone.
No back ups. I was pulling them off of the wife's external hard drive, to free up space for her, with the intent of burning back up cds once I had everything in place on the new machine.
All of the jobs I was doing are lost. All must now be started over.
I am not amuzed.
The new machine works like a dream, but god fucking damn it, all of my photos are gone.
