"When The Computer Eats Your Work" or "Fuck You, Microsoft Word!"

[Seil]

So I'm in Biology at school, and the final is tommorow. Today was just this general catch-up/study day. I've got the opportunity to re-do a lab, so I set up the microscope and get it done. Since I've got some time to spare, I walk over to the student lounge and I type up the lab so I have time to study tonight. It wouldn't print.

So I walked over to the office to explain my dilemma. They let me into the computer lab so that I can print. I save my work on the lounge computer and I walk over to the lab, only to find out that my work isn't there. Nothing is there. I quickly make tracks back to the lounge to try to recover it, but there's nothing. I go through countless guides on the interweb to figure out how to recover it, but nothing works. So, the last few hours have been wasted, apparently, because Microsoft Word is arse.

Fuck you, Microsoft Word.

Feel free to relate your own stories pertaining to the shared hatred of Microsoft Word, or any other program that quit, crashed or otherwise bugged unexpectedly and caused you to lose your work, hit the machine, break your hand, head to the hospital where you silently planned to assassinate the designer of the program that caused you so much anguish.