I was all frustrated I could not log on to work last night and do some much needed workon things due tomorrow. Well, today I am on and have done a good chunk, so I was taking a break to do some other work that needs doing. Turns out that someone either moved or deleted all of the files for 2 clients. I ran a search and found nothing, so my guess is deleted. How in the hell does that happen? These were huge files.

How in the hell does that happen? These were huge files.

Is it possible that they were re-named or something? Not entirely gone, but in a way that a search wouldn't be able to reach them, unless you know the new names/parameters/whatevers?

Also, do they have backups of some sort?

eeek, msbelle!

Congratulations, Jessica and FoneBone! I am so excited for you!

Leg is better enough that I forgot that it was hurt as I shuffled to the bathroom the first thing after getting out of bed. Alas, soon enough I was awake enough to notice it's not 100%. I shall continue babying it -- and try to cultivate some humility, because how do people deal with a hurty leg 365/24/7?!

roommate one is smoking, which ugh already (inside the house), but roommate 2 just tried to compensate by spraying freesia "perfume" everywhere. god, it's like hell on the senses.

Completely unrelatedly, I swear--I know most guys won't choose to pee in the next urinal spot over from someone peeing, but will you wait or use a stall to avoid it, if there aren't any spots free?

I'll wait for a stall to open up, unless I'm on the verge of having an accident.

My dreams were so funny I laughed myself into a headache. Now that I'm properly awake, all I have is the headache and the racing pulse. No clear enough memory of the hilarity.

Which I'm pretty sure wouldn't be funny in the light of day anyway.

Okay.

Back to sleep.

Closeup of a cat's tongue: [link] It's like velcro.

Also unrelatedly, how many women feel copacetic with peeing with the door open while talking to their platonic male friend in the next room?

This doesn't bother me at all. It took DH a while to get used to the fact that I don't bother to close doors. Don't know where I got it from since my parents were very lock doorish.

Eeep, I hope the files are found, msbelle.

DH got back early from fishing. Steering wheel stuck. Every single time he goes out something happens to the boat. I have mentioned a number of times that I could enjoy many swanky fish dinners with wine and atmosphere for what each trip fishing costs. He says I don't understand fishing.

Oh, ugh, msbelle. Here's hoping Nilly's renaming idea is the right one.

Also unrelatedly, how many women feel copacetic with peeing with the door open while talking to their platonic male friend in the next room?

I can't really pee and talk, door open or no. This is why I avoid the public bathroom at work in favor of the single wheelchair-accessible one.

off to see marie antoinette. I hope it's enjoyable.

msbelle, someone probably misplaced it. I hope you find out what happened on Monday.