I mean that in probably the most literal way I've ever thought, said or written it. I came back from my sixth class to find all of the files on my computer completely wiped.
All of them. Everything. Every last lesson plan I've made over the course of the last three years and three months. Gone. One week before winter camps start.
I almost cried. I actually almost cried. Not in the way that people reblog things on Tumblr and talk about how it made them cry in the office. Maybe they actually do cry. I don't know. But Tumblr has never made me cry in the office. My grandfather's death didn't even make me cry in the office.
This. This nearly made me cry in the fucking office.
Why was this horrible man touching my computer in the first place? No one knows. Apparently he came in and asked for my computer by name. By my name. Not my title, but my actual first name. Which is even weirder, because he doesn't even technically work at this school and I don't really know why he knows my name to begin with. But I didn't ask for anything about my computer to be fixed.
So I don't know why he was here. And I don't know what he did. And I don't know what he came back and did in order to put it all back, but back it is. And it's a good thing, too, because I may have ended up deported for what I would've done to him if he hadn't been able to restore it. He attempted to make pleasant small talk while he was doing whatever he was doing to set it to right, and I just wanted to punt his head like a fucking soccer ball.
But he saved himself. Just barely.