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Monday, December 16, 2002
My Inbox is Hosed
I have something like half a million email messages in my Outlook 2000 folders. Last night, every time I polled mail, it would download but not show up in my Inbox. This morning, I tried again and got a message saying I needed to use the "Inbox Repair Tool." And where is this tool and what's the exe called? You don't get to know that, evidently, without searching on Microsoft for an hour, then searching your entire fucking hard drive for the app. Then you get to wonder for another couple hours where fucking Outlook stashed the monster *.pst files containing those half million msgs, which include your entire professional life (no snickering) for the last five years, the losing of which would kick off the dreaded avalanche into financial ruin and the subsequent culinary joys of dumpster dining, etc.
But I remain as cheerful as ever, having kicked up enough shit in blogspace that the dust may not settle for years. Plus, I got a wonderful phone call this morning from my best friend, who opened the conversation by saying she was definitely registering for the Isis Invitational Nude Golf Tournament. This meant so much to me, I can't tell you. Especially considering that she loathes golf.
More as my system comes back up. If ever...
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