After nearly a whole day's work, with no warning whatsoever, my external hardrive just died.
Not only does this device, which is just 6 months old, provide the backup for my computer, it is also the only storage device I have that's big enough for my digital video work. There are three separate film projects on it, comprising hundreds of video and audio clips that take hours and hours to upload onto the computer from individual tapes.
I am so unbelievably frustrated you have no idea.
And before anyone bothers to comment, I know.
I know I should have back ups of my back ups.
I know I should never trust a microchip driven machine to do it's job.
I know I shouldn't be surprised when there is a catastrophic failure.
I know there isn't anything I can do about it now.
I know these days are the curse of us techno gadget freaks who no longer get around to using analog cameras and who'd rather make telly than watch it.
I know no one cares about my particular technical meltdown, and neither should they.
Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out. Tomorrow will be a better day.