
Playing with fire
Thursday, June 26th, 2003Yesterday had to be one of the most stressful days I’ve ever had, and it was all due to the 3 hours or so after I came home from work. My mom is the registrar for the girl scout day camp in our area which means that she processes registration and organizes units for over 600 girls for a camp that is going to happen in a couple of weeks. She’s been working on this for months and has huge excel files on the computer that have all of this data in them. She also doesn’t back up regularly. Can you see where this is going? Enter unsuspecting me. I decide that I need



