I wish this was a GIP

unfortunately, I just fucked up and managed not to save the half-hour of work I'd just done on my presentation - which has to be saved onto a particular computer in the department by noon tomorrow. Aargh. Aargh. Aargh. And I can't remember where I got a couple of pictures and we have to acknowledge them, and I can't remember what I was going to put in one of the spaces I left, and 'nando is being bolshie and my nose keeps running so it'll be red-raw by the morning, and...

still. pretty icon.

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This all happened because I got rid of my "Technology hates me" icon.

I finished the presentation. I had all the pictures, all with at least a little acknowledgement. It could have been better but it could have been a whole hell of a lot worse. I saved it to floppy.

Floppy lost half the fucker. *screams very loudly*

Am re-doing. Hate computer. 'nando, of course, hates me back.

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Have now lost entire presentation. Will not open from floppy at all. This is after having reconstructed most of it, and saved that, and then getting those damn "read-only" messages when I tried to finish it (for the second time).

Have sent e-mail to tutor and person in charge of presentations. Have drink. Have saved all pictures to CD-RW (which I've just realised isn't going to work on some, if not all of the computers in the department, so I'll go e-mail them as well). Luckily, decided to write down almost all of text having lost words from a few slides. Gah. Hate Hate Hate Technology.

Did not need this stress. Simple fact of talk was stress enough. But no. Not for me. I have to have huge technological crisis the night before. Oh well. At least I'm not supposed to be giving it tomorrow.

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Eventually got to bed around six. Missed lectures and deadline by sleeping until two and then spending an hour reading email, having nearly had panic attack after receiving email from tutor saying "you can come see me this morning". Went in. Re-did presentation - only took around an hour, thank god, since I'd written it out and sent myself the pictures by email (which was good, because the computer in the classroom couldn't actually read the CD-RW even though I'm sure it was supposed to be able to). Got that done, saved to network folder and floppy, went to room where computers were. Now, there are three computers total being used this weekend. Two were still sitting waiting to be loaded to. Guess which one wasn't there? That's right! The one I was supposed to use! So I had to wait another forty minutes or so for that to be out of use and returned to the room, then the floppy didn't work and I couldn't actually get onto the network from there (though again, was supposed to be able to) so the tech gave me a ZIP and I went back to the computer classroom to save it. Now, while I'm sitting saving, the janitor comes in to ask if I have a card to allow me to be in there after five, and I don't, and I tell him that. He says I have ten minutes, which is fine, then on the way out he says, "I'm just doing my job," offended-like. I reply, "I know," then have yet another crying fit. Unfortunately I'm not the only person in the room at the time. Oh well. Go back. Load talk from ZIP. It works. Check it. Re-check it. Leave. Go to shop, buy lots of chocolate, come home.
Plan is to eat chocolate, drink alcohol and read fic. Fuck work. I don't care.