USB Sticks

About four months ago, I bought a little USB pendrive/thumbdrive/stick with 512Mb of memory on it. It’s been a great way to have a back-up of all the stuff I’m working on at the moment – although of course with that amount of stuff on it, it’s going to be a nightmare if I lose it.

No shock, I lost the bloody thing. Couldn’t find it anywhere. Having already had it fall out of my pocket once – and luckily be found again – I figured it’d done the same again, and this time I was chuffed. So, a brief flurry of changed passwords later, I ordered a new USB stick, exactly the same as the previous one.

Now, about two months later, I’ve put on a shirt this morning and thought “Hmm, wonder what that is in the pocket?” Of course, it’s the first USB stick. It’s been through the washing machine, and god knows what else (and isn’t it lucky that I rarely bother to iron shirts?) but when I got to work I stuffed it into the USB slot and lo, it works.

So now I’ve got two sticks – I’ll probably end up using one for work stuff, and one for my own stuff. Sounds like a plan. Well, at least until I lose one of them again…