So I bought the Macintosh in 1985 (borrowed $4500 at BB&T) because you could immediately create a document on it. (The PCs of the day required multiple steps to create a document.) I purchased the external hard drive to save my work on floppy disks.
The reason I spent so much money on this "thing" was to write my doctoral dissertation. I kept each chapter on a separate disk. The longest chapter was Chapter Two. It had lots of tricky writing and documentation and took days to write. Late on a Wednesday night I put the finishing touches on the chapter. And as always, I was careful to save to the disk so I wouldn't lose anything. The Chapter Two icon was on the disk before I removed it from the Mac. Ending around 3 am, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. The longest and most difficult chapter was finished!
A day later, I decided to look at chapter two again. I put in the disk, and it was blank. The icon with the title, "Chapter Two" was not on the disk. The disk was labeled "Chapter Two", so I was using the correct disk. In a true panic, I went through every other disk to see if I accidentally Chapter Two on another disk.
It was nowhere to be found. Chapter Two totally vanished from the disk.
I laid down on the floor and cried. Then I drank a large amount of vodka. And then I went to sleep.
The rewrite started the next day and took three days to complete.
Chapter Two was saved on 5 different disks.
The story is true, but the names were not changed to protect the innocent.
