I was doing some tidying the other day.
I download a regular batch of files each day. They are the backups to all the sites in my little portfolio. I have had to rely on them at times in the past when a site has run into major difficulty and I have been able to easily restore the site to a pristine condition. Those files are very important.
There is one simple rule with important files – back them up to somewhere safe.
I have a box for storing all my important files: I call it my Black Box. It contains all sorts of stuff such as all my music, my videos, all my photographs and archives of old files. It also contains copies of all the website backups, and a copy of everything currently on my laptop, just in case there is a problem with that.
The other day I was backing up the important stuff when suddenly it failed in the middle of a file. Fuck! I tried to recopy that file. It failed. Double fuck!
Then I realised – my Black Box had failed. It had expired mid-breath. It had had a heart attack. It was dead. It was fit for use only as a door stop. It was a black lump of plastic with some dead electronics inside. I had lost all my backups including a whole load of important stuff. This was my oh shit moment. Bollocks!
Now luckily I had a second backup of my sites’ files [just in case!] so none of my clients was affected but I had lost all my photographs of all my holidays, weddings and kid’s communions and the like.
As luck would have it, a while back I had been messing with an ancient disk which was literally in bits, but I had managed to copy some files onto it as an experiment. All my photos and music were on it. All I had really lost was all my old shit such as stuff I had ripped off from my old workplace and some old websites.
I have ordered a new Black Box which should arrive next week. I can copy back everything onto it, as it’s a bit bigger than the old one.
Sometimes the Gods do smile on me.