Double NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

The computer Gods must hate me. That's my conclusion. Because for the second time since I've worked at my school, somehow, my email account got deleted.

The first time it happened I had only worked at my school for a couple of months. So it wasn't that big of a deal. But now it's been three years.

Three years of communication and records with co-workers and parents. Three years of contacts being added to my address book. Three years of backing up all my files by emailing them to myself (probably not the best idea now looking back). Three years of reference where I could go, "what did so-and-so tell me to do the last time this happened?"

GONE.

What makes me even more mad about it is that our campus technology coordinator acted as if it was no big deal. He said to me, and I quote, "Well it looks like your account was deleted. But I got you signed up with an all new account and you are up and running!" That was it.

Wait, can we go back and focus for a bit on the part where my account got deleted? That's the part I would like to dwell on for a bit.

After I let the news sink if for five minutes, I called him back and asked if he could at least come and re-load all my contacts to my account. He promptly showed up in my room a few minutes later to figure out what I was talking about. I tried to explain to him that when I first got my email account and after the first email account deletion, the then campus technology coordinator loaded all the staff's email addresses into my contact address book.

He acted like he had never heard of such a thing. An address book with everyone's email already in it? That's ludicrous!

He proceeded to show me how I could email anyone at our campus by just typing in their name and then putting the same ending after the @ sign. WHAT THE BL#D%K$HA&!@SIH? (haha...why did that make itself a link? I wonder where it leads you? Seriously, I don't know. So be weary to try it.)

I am not an idiot! (though maybe I am, cause for some reason that last bit of profanity made itself a link). I realize I could always type in everyones entire email address. But I am also aware of the fact that names are ridiculous to get right.

I can see the scenario now. I need to email Terry about an issue with one of our mutual students. But now is her email name Terry? Or is it her actual name, Theresa? Or does she spell it Teresa? And does her email reflect her current last name? Or her maiden name? Or the name of her ex-husband? I guess I better send this email nine times and MAYBE I will get it right once.

Then I sent out an email to the entire school notifying them of my loss and asked that they please re-send anything important. I got one email. The one from the vice principal to be on the lookout for flip-flops on students because we seem to be having a rash breakout of them appearing on students feet lately.

That's the only important email I've ever gotten? What about the one with the updated list of SPED students? Or the ARD schedule for the year? Or the phone tree with the numbers I am supposed to call in the case of inclement weather? Or all those individual students critical medical information? Or any of the THOUSANDS of other things more pressing I could think of OTHER than watching out for students wearing flip-flops???

Moving on. I did say double nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! This is probably more devastating to me. On my drive to work this morning I turned on the radio, like usual, to Kidd Kraddick in the Morning. Only it wasn't Kidd Kraddick in the Morning. It was the song that goes, "I did it all for the nookie!" I thought, that is a strange song to play on this station. But oh well. Then I turned back to the station a little later in hopes that the show would be back on. This time it was the song, "Jesus Christ, deny your maker." Then I started to panic. This is NOT the music Jammin' 105.9 plays.

Then I heard the worst thing imaginable. The station thanked me for listening to 105.9 The Planet.

The Planet? I don't need a planet. I need a kidd. You mean they changed the station and replaced my nice family-friendly morning show with songs like, "Nookie?"

I looked it up online, apparently it is true. No more Kidd Kraddick in the Morning in Austin. I am not even going to lie, I might die (not trying to rhyme my anger out, promise). I think I would move to Dallas based on the fact alone that I could listen to their show! I have a 35-40 minute drive every morning. The ONLY thing I love about mornings is listening to them. I really don't think I will function without them. Or without those email contacts.

But apparently I have to.