I’m hiding and I’m seeking and I’m the only one playing this stoopid game. I imagine you’re wondering what in the world I’m talking about, so I’ll get straight to the point.
When I label computer documents, I insist on being clever instead of plain-spoken. Tracking stuff down, therefore, becomes a flipping time suck, otherwise known as an exercise in futility. I can’t remember what I named them and spend untold hours searching. I need the detective skills of Kojak, but I’m stuck with the sharp-eyed expertise of Inspector Clouseau. You know, the Pink Panther? Peter Sellers? That’s me.
Image files, especially, are a FEMA-level disaster. They’re scattered on flash drives (which I lose regularly), in unrelated project folders, two computer hard drives, email folders, my cell phone. Thousands of terrific images, but no reliable way to locate them. A quick peek in one folder shows titles like ‘ha’ and ‘potato robot’, keywords I wouldn’t think to use. Ever. Not even drunk. I mean, come on, who goes looking for a potato robot?
At this point, I’ve mostly given up trying to label them, improperly or not, so bunches have a generic source name followed by .png or .jpg and sit in files marked miscellaneous. Genius, no? I need a system. Or additional memory. Or a smart, organized assistant who works for free. In the meantime, I’m going to put my head on my desk and think happy thoughts. My personal storage capacity is currently overloaded, the circuit breaker’s been triggered. Please stand back, sparks may fly–yi-yi …
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