I had a huge scare at work today. It felt like my storage closet office was literally caving in for a few hours.
I might have forgotten account information for the place that stores our website statistics. I mean, I couldn’t find that darn info anywhere. Where are Mom Eyes when you need them?
The real catch is that there’s another similar account set up for our system. So it looked like I was in fact accessing the right account… maybe. And in that account, there was exactly zero data about our website. Which is scarier? Not being able to access your account or thinking that your account history has been wiped from the face of the earth (or the internet)? I couldn’t decide which idea I preferred.
Slight panic got worse the more I searched for that information. After a few hours of fruitless searching, things weren’t pretty. You know it’s bad when you get calmer on the surface, but you notice yourself thinking things like “It’s going to be okay if I don’t find this,” on a 30-second loop.
Long three hours short, other people came to my rescue, and the world is back in order. The walls have moved back, and I can breathe again.
It was a rough afternoon.