Travel Log: #6—Crap


(note this post is part of a series of posts of my recent research trip to Des Moines, Iowa with my Dad)

Seriously! 

Crap!
I am ready to go on the trip, and I decide to print out copies of the census records.  Hummmmm? my 1,107 source index is gone?!?  It is the searchable index I have for my sources and documents.  The index sources the documents, lists who is on the document, and where the document comes from. 

It must be on my other flash drive, instead of “copying” I must have “cut”. 
Nope.  
The Index to all of my documents is not on the other flash drive.

I panic.

Crap!

I am a mad woman searching on the desktop, laptop and all of my flash-drives.  W-H-Y didn’t I back up sooner?  Oh, that’s right my backup was going to be the flash-drive I take with me and I had just finished entering all of the newly found Iowa documents!

Crap!

I pull out my last back up—all is not lost I have a back-up that has 845 documents.  That means I only need to re-enter 262 documents descriptions before my trip in two days!

I call my Dad; he has a more recent back-up copy to document #969!  Suddenly that looks better and I am off to re-enter 138 documents for a searchable index for my trip.

Crap!

(I never found the original document, and it was saved in three different places!)

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