Friday, October 30th 2009
I asked the lady who worked at the print shop whether she had seen an external hard drive left on top of the computer. She shook her head. My heart sank. All the work that I had done since the start of school was in it and I had not made a backup copy on the desktop at home. A huge portion of work which I could use for my portfolio in the future was gone and all the blood, sweat and tears put into working on them had gone to waste. I walked dejectedly out of the print shop and back into class.
Seeing my body language, my friends asked me what had happened. I told them about it and they suggested that I should go back to the print shop one more time to ask. Thinking that they were right, I rushed to the print shop yet again. This time however, I noticed a familiar-looking external hard drive on top of a mountain of thumb drives at the corner of the print shop. Indeed, after further inspection, the external hard drive was mine. I heaved a sigh of relief and then, politely asked the print shop lady whether I could take back my external hard drive. She gladly asked me to take it back.
On the way back, I felt my chest. My heart was pounding madly. It felt as though it was going to beat out of my chest. First thing I do when I get home later is to save a backup copy of the contents in my external hard drive on my desktop. I should have known better that after the last time I lost my thumb drive. Let it be a lesson learnt, yet again.
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