Note to self: Save your fucking work

It’s drilled into our heads at university: Save your work. Back then, we had to manually press save every time we wrote a new sentence. Today, we’re spoilt because OneDrive does it for us. Every bloody second.

Unless you’re an idiot, like me, and don’t actually give your document a space on OneDrive in the first place. Even though you do it every time. Even though you know you should.

But this time, I didn’t.

This time, I had one document filled with research, ideas – bloody good ones, I might add – and the makings of a great thought leadership article for a client. I’d been working on it since 04:30. And, at 09:30, when I closed my Word doc, and Word asked if I wanted to save it:

I said no.

I said no because I thought I was closing one of those stupid automatic downloads from Google. You know the ones. You find something interesting but when you click the link, it automatically downloads a file. Without asking. Rude, if you ask me. So, of course I say no. I don’t want to save that shit.

Only it wasn’t shit. I trashed four hours’ of work in one click.

Well, fuck.

Losing four hours’ work as a freelance copywriter is a big deal. It’s not just lost work. It’s lost brainpower, lost income.

Lost the will to live.

I wasted another two hours trying everything that Google suggested. Everything. You would think that, since this was Google’s fault in the first place, it would be more forthcoming with ideas about how to fix it.

It wasn’t. Because apparently it was my fault. For clicking no when Word nudged me into saving – which means not even AutoRecover gives a shit about helping you. For not following the Golden Rule when it comes to creating anything on a computer. For not turning on lifesaving genius inventions like Time Machine.

It’s hard admitting when you messed up. Pride doesn’t taste very nice and it sticks in your throat.

If this happens to you, here are some tips:

  1. If your computer crashes while you were working on the document, there’s a good chance Word has your back and can recover most of it. Here are a few ways to find your recovered files.
  2. If you have Mac, activate Time Machine. Then, if you pull a dumbass move like I did, you can roll back to a time when you weren’t a dumbass. Who said time travel wasn’t a thing?
  3. Save your fucking work.

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