Once again, my office PC goes all Michael Myers on me and slaughters my entire hard drive, containing, in no particular order of preference, all my (unanswered) mail - last backup was mid-October - a number of work-in-progress documents, research material, pictures, my rather sizeable MP3 collection (aaah!), bookmarks, online-purchased software, contact list, important stickies - I could lament bitterly for another two paragraphs, but I think my point has been made. Loss. Major. Ragnar mad. The word? Shit!
I honestly don't know what happened. Everything seemed fine yesterday afternoon, until I tried running a program and I got a fatal error. I decided to reboot (every Windows user's first line of defence), which was when Windows slapped up a blue screen telling me there was an 'unmountable boot volume', which sounded rather ominous. One attempted reboot later, and it was clear that something was horribly, horribly wrong. I contacted our network department who came promptly to my aid, but no amount of clever and educated tricks - including booting into Unix from CD in order to pull critical files off the HD - could help. The hard drive was beyond salvation: every file on it appeared to have the same name ('xpad.pad'), and there was nothing left of the original directory or file structure. When the tech guy, after an hour's work, shrugged apologetically, I knew I was screwed.
My only possible salvation is to install a new Windows drive and a program that can scan and recover as many files as possible from my original 250Gb crammed-to-the-rafters disk. If I'm (very) lucky, I can save my mail and those documents - but in these cases, I never have been. Lucky, that is. This isn't the first time I've lost everything, so I know I ought to be more backup-minded, but it's easy to forget.
Virus? Who knows, but seeing as I run Norton Anti-Virus - plus several adware killers; I'm paranoid - I don't think so. Running 'chkdsk' on it also came up blank: the drive seems fine, physically. Just, you know, fubar.
Oh well, life goes on, and as I begin to rebuild my life piece by piece, I'll surely find that I won't actually miss the things I lost...too much. Time heals, as does a brand new drive, and though quite a few of those MP3s will be sorely missed, and though there are dozens of mails that will forever go unanswered, it matters little in the grand scheme of things.
But still:
Shit.