Back in 1998, I worked in an all Mac Graphic Design / Print studio, creating complex 300dpi poster sized Photoshop renderings, which took aaaages on the older Motorola Processors.
One night, the HDD which kept all our artwork started clicking. My boss was outa town and he'd put this total bitch in charge.
She was a total bitch because she detested me and was always rude and undermining, in an effort to assert herself.
I started noticing files disappearing. It was like watching bad sectors appearing, one after the other, so I called up a mate with a big external drive @ 3:00am and he came down and we began backing the HDD to his chunky External Drive, but this was extremely time consuming.
The "bitch" arrived 3 and half hours later to find me and this guy she'd never seen before, with the central machine open, it's guts hanging out and a big fat IDE cable stretched across the desk to his external.
She blew her effing top - as in: WTF are you doing? Who's he? Why's the central Mac got its guts hanging out? I'm in charge here, not you! You're doing what!? That's intellectual property! etc etc
We both tried explaining that its HDD was dying and we were trying to backup its content before every sector failed... but she wouldn't buy that, so she called the police, had us disconnect the cables and put everything back together - before firing me and kicking the pair of us out.
After the boss got back, heard the story and had a chat to me about what had happened, I was unfired... but - we lost $500,000 of irreplacable digital artwork.
Moral: Have several back up drives - just to be on the safer side, and avoid bleach blonde bitches with severe menopause.
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