Authors Note: While this post my be fueled by the rage accompanied by my own recent crash, it will not compromise the high journalistic standards we here at 1000 Terrible Things strive to uphold.
There you are, enjoying your idyllic Friday afternoon at the office, thinking about how good it feels to finally have a firm grasp on that finicky report you’ve been working on for the past week and imagining what you’re going to do on your day off tomorrow.
Then, terror strikes. Your personal computing machine is suddenly non-responsive. You click the mouse, tap the space bar, even give it the good ol’ CTL+ALT+delete trick.
You continue to stare at the screen as it smugly glows back at you. That unsettling feeling in your stomach isn’t from that questionable lunch made of leftovers you stole from a coworker. It’s the indisputable, unmistakable, horrific feeling that only comes with a computer crash.
You immediately start taking mental inventory. Did I save that spreadsheet? When did I last back up my hard drive? Will that game of solitaire pop up when IT comes to fix it?
Your worst case scenario? All your open files were lost. The finicky report, the pointless spreadsheet, your high score on Farkle. Everything. Even worse, you haven’t cleared your browser history in a while and, for the life of you, you just can’t remember if it was before or after your college buddies sent you that porn labeled as “Grandma’s Snicker doodle recipe.”
Your best case scenario? Everything was saved, you just have to restart and move on with your day. But you know a crash will happen again soon, because in the world of computer crashes, you may have won the battle, but you will never win the war.