The Mock Dock

I posted before about how much life pretty much stops when you can’t access the internet.  I find it virtually impossible to exist without internet.  So you can imagine my delight at having access to the internet on my new iPhone, which is quite possibly the coolest thing I’ve ever owned besides Suki.  I love high tech gadgets that are all gadgetolified and gadgetastic.

But you know what totally sucks about technology?  The part where you become totally dependent on it, and then when it fails to work in the way you expect it to, your life becomes completely f*cked.  Welcome to my last 18 hours.

So yesterday, remember how I posted joyfully about my 8th anniversary and happily told you of Mini-Mock’s mookie booka cha?  Yeah, that was the last time my computer actually worked.  After that, I shut down, went to work, tried to start my laptop up again, and……nothing.  Nothing, I should clarify, except the blue screen of death.  You know the screen I’m talking about - that one that basically says, “Your life, as you knew it, is about to end, with respect to technology and this particular laptop.”

So I go to my IT guy, and he goes to the Dell guy, and together they conclude that the only way to fix it is to “reimage” it.  So I think, “Sure!  Reimage!  That sounds awesome! Have at it!”  And so he did.  He basically reset my laptop to factory settings, and saved everything in my documents and on my desktop and in my internet favorites onto some other hard drive and then reloaded it all onto my “reimaged” laptop.

Here’s what he DIDN’T save, and what I discovered this morning.

EVERY EMAIL I’VE RECEIVED between July 10, 2007 and the day before yesterday.  Yeah.  A year and a half’s worth of emails, which, in my line of work, is pretty much catastrophic.  And, coincidentally, July 10, 2007is the date he gave me a new laptop.  So I have everything from my first day on the job to July 10, 2007, and then nothing beyond that except what came to me yesterday on my iPhone. So I go to him this morning to get help retrieving these emails, which I’ve neatly stored into personal folders (which are actually what’s missing), and he says, after researching, “Yeah. Those are gone.”

So the rest of our conversation?  Jump in to read.

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