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Completely fried.
And, not in the good, 'Oh, look, there's 65 new Vig/Orli stories coming out this weekend!' kind of way, though I'm thinking overdosing on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
anglicandoorway fic did help keep me sane last night.
I took a vacation day on Thursday. It was lovely. Bought some books, saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (ohmygodlovejohnnydeepyesido), found the first Global Frequency trade waiting for me at the comic shop -- happy day.
Then, I got back into the office on Friday to find that my computer had crashed.
Somehow, between 5 pm Wednesday, and 8:45 am Friday, something had happened to my computer.
I had to re-install Windows.
Everything is gone.
All the files, pictures, flyers, letters, management stuff poof
I haven't cried yet, but then again I'm not really sure it's fully sunk in.
I found out later that one of the agents had let her -- think Veruca Salt, but without the accent -- grandchildren run free there Wednesday evening. They tore a supposedly permanently attached whiteboard from the wall. The mind boggles at what they could have done to my poor, defenseless, little computer.
I need more porn. And Sims2. And cookie dough.
Completely fried.
And, not in the good, 'Oh, look, there's 65 new Vig/Orli stories coming out this weekend!' kind of way, though I'm thinking overdosing on
anglicandoorway fic did help keep me sane last night.I took a vacation day on Thursday. It was lovely. Bought some books, saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (ohmygodlovejohnnydeepyesido), found the first Global Frequency trade waiting for me at the comic shop -- happy day.
Then, I got back into the office on Friday to find that my computer had crashed.
Somehow, between 5 pm Wednesday, and 8:45 am Friday, something had happened to my computer.
I had to re-install Windows.
Everything is gone.
All the files, pictures, flyers, letters, management stuff poof
I haven't cried yet, but then again I'm not really sure it's fully sunk in.
I found out later that one of the agents had let her -- think Veruca Salt, but without the accent -- grandchildren run free there Wednesday evening. They tore a supposedly permanently attached whiteboard from the wall. The mind boggles at what they could have done to my poor, defenseless, little computer.
I need more porn. And Sims2. And cookie dough.
