You get into work on a Monday morning after a very relaxing weekend off. You’re refreshed, revitalised and raring to go. You’re all set. You sit down at your computer, which is left on all the time, and switch the screen on.
It’s black, with only 4 words displayed. 4 of the scariest most shit inducing words known to man.
Operating system not found.
You reboot. Nothing, apart from some very worring sounds from one of your hard drives. Same 4 words.
Operating system not found.
At this point shitting your pants is no longer an option. 3 years worth of work flash before your eyes, as you sit in amazement, wondering what the fuck has eaten your computer. You begin to face the prospect that it’s all gone. Fortunately, a WinXP system disk is close by, and booting from the CD, takes you to the OS. You check some things, verify your hard drives. Everything seems OK. Moment of truth time, you shut down the computer. You restart the computer, removing the boot disk. Click. Beep. Whirrrrr.
It boots, and it’s panic over. Never before have you been so glad to see a computer running Windows. It’s all there. The power outage over the weekend has only confused your computer, and not robbed it of its very soul. Time to go to the loo to clean yourself up. Replace your undies. Go for a fag.
Time to make some backups.