It's such a hard thing to let go. I retain so many situations in memory, with such great acrimony and some intent for revenge in most cases. It can be so easily blamed on human nature - self preservation and all that. Nevertheless, I feel both compelled to overcome that nature, and yet completely overwhelmed by it.
While gathering data from my chem lab, which I've all but moved out of for anything except chemistry lab work, I needed a USB drive to pull some data from a computer. Unfortunately, I left mine at home. I figure no big deal, I'll see if anyone else has one. Nobody else is in lab. I opened a couple of drawers, found one, and went to put the data on it. The one I found happened to belong to the labmate that I get along with the least. Of course it corrupted the damn thing. It trashed the folder I had tried to copy, and then trashed an existing folder on the drive. I managed to recover everything, but some of his files don't have their names any more. Just one more thing to add to the stress between us. Thanks a lot, bastard-ass technology.