It hurts when several weeks of hard work come to nothing. With deadlines to meet, my friend and I worked as hard as we could to finish up our project in time. By the way, this was last month. I won’t speak of the project in detail here, it wouldn’t interest anyone I reckon. I will just say; it meant a lot to us and we were overjoyed to have reached the deadline with everything completed.
Work done, brilliantly done in fact and everyone is happy, so what’s next? We set up a meeting to discuss when and how we were to present the results of the project to the world. On the day of the meeting I got a call from my friend right about the very time we were scheduled to meet at his place. He asked me to go to his place ‘ASAP’. His voice sounded different, as in excited but I didn’t read much into that, I just put it down to the excitement surrounding our project. So anyway, I excitedly rushed to his place, hoping for a speculative sort of chat about all the things we could do now that the project had been completed. Ah me, little did I know I would end up spending the night speculating about something else. When I reached my friends house, I found him in a state of agitation, walking about the living room back and forth and occasionally beating his forehead with his right hand. The all thing was mighty curious so I asked; “what the heck dude. Anything gone south”. He answered – beating his forehead harder now- “probably, who knows where it is now”. For a second I thought he was trying to be funny but had made a poor job of it… but then his face did not suggest a dude speaking in jest, I kind of got worried. He kept up his act and I stood silently watching the proceedings. Then I begun to consider the possibly of him having gone mad, I mean he was behaving so weird. Well luckily he had not gone mad, here is what the ‘deal’ really was, as he put it;
I got a call from –blank–, he said he wanted my girlfriend and I to join him for dinner – he was going to pay. Now you know a dude cannot refuse such a lovely offer as that, so I secured my house and left. Okay, I thought I had secured my house, and then I left. Fast forward two hours and I am back at the house only to find out that I had not exactly secured it or someone had somehow managed to work around the security… and by that I mean the locks, because I had locked the place. You have seen me behave weirdly just now, this comes from the weirdness of the situation as I found it when I returned.
I left three laptops in my house, one of which contained every single thing that has to do with our project. Well, when I came back I found out one of the laptops had been stolen and guess which one it was? From your angry face I can tell you have guessed the right one, which is the laptop containing our project. It was neither the best/ most expensive of the three, nor the most accessible but somehow it got stolen and this just before we could present our project to the world.
Upon hearing this I felt… but never mind, I can’t really explain how I felt, I mean it was just heartbreaking, really heartbreaking. Wait, I think on top of everything my friend and I felt stupid for not having back up of the project anywhere else and this saved us an important lesson, ALWAYS HAVE SOME BACKUP.