Poof. My Outlook Inbox was empty. So was the “Sent” folder.
Just. Like. That.
Given that i’d changed jobs over a year ago, it was time to turn in my old laptop back at the prior shop. Well, that laptop and the two ancient, fossilized laptops that i’d checked out over the previous decade.
On the bright side? i had kept close track of the business equipment that had been loaned to me – and had no trouble locating all three bricks. The downside? Needed to crank them up and clear off my “Stuff”. From photos to documents to all the e-mail that had been downloaded onto the desktops.
Always a good plan to purge* prior to returning your equipment.
The first mistake i made on Thursday night was letting the laptop connect to my home wireless network. That assured that my current outlook inbox was happily downloaded to the laptop. The other fatal mistake? Forgetting to re-set the ‘over-rides’. This assured that any changes i made on the laptop would trump whatever was on the desktop system back at the office.
When i arrived at work Friday morning, and realized my boo-boo, it was a blip. Nothing. Instead of rage and frustration at my own stupidity, it was “Well, huh. How about that?”
Granted, anything of size or substance had been downloaded to my desktop. i can find it if i have to. There are archives, too. But the last time I’d archived was around April, i think. So the ‘current events’ message traffic was all vaporized.
Now, here’s the funny thing. Ten years ago? i’d have been a salivating, ranting, hot, screaming mess. It would have been debilitating, and i’d have been down at the IT help desk, asking them to pull the most recent weekly ‘back up’ files to restore what i’d dumped. “Veins popping on my forehead” rage.
Now? i can hardly muster the energy to give a shit. It’s sheer magic, i tell you…
This is a milestone of note. i have achieved irrelevance!
* i’ve been a supervisor. i know first-hand that the IT folks LOVE to root around on the returned equipment and see what folks have been up to. i didn’t have anything on my equipment that would get me fired. Not by a long shot. But there were some personal e-mails buried in the mix – scheduling a booty call, post-game analysis of a booty call, making fun of other people i work with, horrific foul language – that had to go.