Today’s blog is about a technical blunder and a helping of humble pie and lastly of wedding fayres / fares or fairs.
Firstly, the ultimate tech-faux-pas occurred around about 2 weeks ago, but subsequently only admitted to miss photographer about 1 1/2 weeks ago.
Back that data up!
You see, being the technical arse that I am I had drilled it into the aforementioned photographer not to leave data solely on her laptop, but to ensure anything of importance was stored on our network storage.Then should the laptop implode whilst being put through its paces by Adobe Photoshop life as we know it wouldn’t end with all the data going up in digital smoke.
I’m not an expert on the inner workings of the female mind, however I’m pretty sure losing photos of her SPECIAL DAY would not be met with merriment.
With this all done and said, imagine the fun that was had upon explaining to said photographer that during a laptop migration her nerd of a fiancé had deleted most of data from the NAS.
Surprisingly I’m still here to tell the tale, although I think that’s mainly because she quickly realized I was probably the best chance & cheapest option for getting her data back again.
Needless to say, with a little tech-magic and a super-sized portion of luck. I got all the data back! When it boils down to it, this had nothing to do with my genius, merely the fact I’d set the NAS up to compensate for the Photographers lack of appreciation of backing stuff up.
Once upon a time, not so long ago, I used to spend my weekends at the gym or just catching up with friends. Sometimes, I just to watch TV all day and wind down from the previous week.
But now?! Now I spend at least one day of my weekend at a wedding fare supporting my Photographer in her endeavors. By this I mean I am allotted a number of responsibilities, mainly lifting props, driving to the venue, being a cheeky approachable chappy (which for this author is bloody hard hard work) and finally packing it all up and drive home at the end.
The confession – I guess – is that although I want to articulate how I loath these days spent playing ‘nice’ with strangers. I actually quite enjoy it and although it sounds mushier than mushy peas. I feel really proud and excited to show off the stall that this Photographer has dressed with her own artwork.
Even if I occasionally try and pass it off as my own.