Fuck, no!

That about sums up my state of mind in the early hours of this morning.  I was one slide away from completing a presentation that took me all of 3 long hours to put together.  One slide away from doing the happy dance as I was just about ready to send it to my fellow group members who very kindly agreed to do the presentation in my absence. Due to increasingly hectic work commitments (didn't think I'd ever lay claim to that one again), I could not unfortunately make my way to college hence me doing the ground work for the group.

And then the unthinkable happened...the file became corrupted and just disappeared into friggin thin air.  I tried every means possible to retrieve it; but nothing, nada, zilch. If that's what dying feels like, I think I died a slow death.  Time of death: 3.45pm!

I had to start all over again.  I kid you not.  Right back to the very beginning. Points then to me for digging way deep when all I could think of doing was either blowing my brains out or killing that little mini-me HP piece of shit.  Neither seemed like an option when I realised that a presentation still had to happen, regardless - dead or alive - the thing is there're other members in my group who were depending on me, so dig deep I did. 

And here I sit at 3pm and am writing this blog more to keep awake than anything else.  As soon as I stop I run the risk of falling asleep at my desk, something I definitely can't afford.  After all I just started here yesterday.  As far as I know sleeping at your desk is a dismissable offence. I wonder if killing a computer falls into that category too? Grrrrrrr...