Talk about your freakouts! Man. I can't think of the last time I felt like I did tonight.
I've been working on a website for a client; the site is supposed to be handed over tomorrow. It's written in .jsp, which I don't really know, but I can fake it for the main part of the site. There were some backend apps, though, that I couldn't write, and an admin tool for updating the info. We hired a programmer to do those parts freelance, and he's been working nights and weekends to get it finished for us, since he also has a day job.
Tonight he asked me if I could do something on the site, and then he took off to run an errand. I made my change, and then was uploading the file to the server. I went to the website to refresh the page and see how my change looked, but it wasn't there. I refreshed a couple of times, then checked the server, and discovered that I had uploaded the wrong file, and had accidentally overwritten something else.
And when I went back to the site, the admin tool was totally broken.
Bob said he didn't think he'd ever heard me use such bad language, or so many in a row, or for so long a period. I couldn't sit still; I got up and paced, and pulled my hair, and Pyewacket ran up and bit my ankles. For some reason, it upsets her when I'm upset -- she's done it before. Bob had to put her in the bathroom, because I couldn't settle down. I just thought, oh my God, oh my God, what am I going to do?? I knew he could fix it, but would he have to stay up all night to do it?
I was just frantic.
I tried to sit down and knit, but my hands were shaking too bad.
So I just sat in front of the computer and waited for him to come back. When he did, it turned out that he did have a backup, but more importantly, I hadn't done anything at all. The file I had overwritten was unimportant, an old template. The site was broken because of a bug that just coincidentally happened at the same time that I was uploading my file. When Bob came in while I was talking to the programmer, he said I looked demented. I said I was trying to decide if I was going to cry from relief.
What an adrenaline rush. My God.
And on top of a week that's been more or less all frenzy, all the time.
I'm going to bed now.
