They say, “when you stop looking for something, only then will you find it.” I think that is how it goes. Anyway, I just had one of those moments.
So there I was out getting my truck’s oil changed when the guy asks me if I want to refresh the gear box fluid or something like that. He said that is usually done every 30,000 miles and it was only 9,000 miles ago that I had it serviced by the dealership. Before I agreed to the extra, I said hold up, and went rummaging through my glove compartment looking for previous service records.
There deep in the back was what I thought I had lost earlier this summer. My USB drive.
A backup of all backups, I entrusted this device with all of my important documents as I thought for sure my Mac’s hard drive was about to call it quits. Yeah, sure, I was smart and prepared for a dead hard drive, but what wasn’t so smart was the fact that I was keeping it all on my key-chain, hanging dangerously from a weak and snag-prone key ring.
Apparently the chemical reactions in my brain completely let me down when I was trying to figure out what happened to my USB drive. The anxiety of the situation probably didn’t help one bit. All I could remember was that it was on my keyring earlier in the week and that later there was nothing but the key ring.
After giving up hope, I imagined it crushed by some-one’s foot, weathered by rain, and hidden in the midst of the disc golf course. If I couldn’t have it back, I wanted to believe nobody would have it.
Now after finding it, my memory is starting to piece things back together.
As we pulled up to the disc golf course, we were thinking it might rain. I thought not to put my USB drive in jeopardy since it was housing all of my important files and took it off the keyring and put it into the glove compartment so it wouldn’t get wet. Well, it did rain, but after a full course of disc golf, I had forgotten about the USB drive and didn’t notice it until much later.
Anyway, long story short, I lost it, feared the worse, lost hope, moved on, and found it. Oh and in case you were curious, I didn’t pay for the extra at the auto shop.
