workday

so you get up at 3:30 of course cause there’s LOTS OF WORK TO DO LOTS OF WORK! and you make coffee and you’re happy because the other day you copied tons of info from your dying drive but now it seems to be working okay, so you finish a post you began earlier and then begin on a video that is due. the process moves smoothly and you build momentum and wonder if you might finish this one earlier than you thought which would be good, you have already digitized your three tapes, you’ve already watched the footage a few times, you begin editing in the dark and then after forty minutes of time the drive freezes up and you realize it was dumb to assume it would work okay this time, you should never have begun this project on this drive, and so you have to spend the next few hours copying all the render, capture scratch and project files that go to the new video from the faltering drive before it stops working for you, though you have to restart the computer a few times and plug and unplug the offending drive to pull it off. but at least you have those files, it’s about  thirty gigs or something. then you allow yourself a smile and fire up your backup drive that you just yesterday copied almost your entire (now dead) drive from (and it ate up a lot of your workday) and lo and behold, it won’t show up! it turns on, but it won’t show up to your computer, won’t mount on the desktop. you restart and restart and by now it’s not 3:30 anymore it’s 9:30 which may be early to some, but to you its one shift down and you’ve barely begun editing and here you are still dicking around with computer malfunction, not your work and by now you’re shaking from hunger and you’ll have to take a break to eat and you’re pissed off that you’ve lost time and are having these problems with the machines, and if you’re emotionally out of whack that means you can’t do your job right away anyway, not like when you worked purely physical jobs and used anger to do your job better and drive your muscles harder if need be, now your creative flexibility is gone, its all locked down under coils of irritation, your peace of mind is gone, just like six hours of the morning and it looks like it will be another day under the hood when you really needed to make up some distance. mourn the green fields and rivers and mountains flying by, you won’t see ‘em today. just greasy garage floor and dim, dusty engine nook. blah! computers!

i really hope i can get that drive working. or one of them, once i buy a new drive and try one more time to copy the data. if not, i’m back to my complaint yesterday. losing years of work. which means i’d have to pay to have it retrieved. and you’ve ever looked into that, it’s usually highly expensive. yay. just what i was hoping to spend some cash on.  you know. aside from my teeth. and the bed.

sometimes i gaze softly at my matte-finish spongy LCD screen and wonder what would it feel like to punch you until you went completely dark? 

yeah. i’d end up with broken fingers, i’m sure. i guess it’s not worth it. i’ll table the decision.