1. The latest book manuscript disappears. Itās almost done and it would be unbearable to lose it. I canāt even comprehend coming back from theĀ loss, having to rewrite it all. But it wonāt happen. ItĀ really wonāt. No, really. I have multiple copies, the publishers have a first version, as do reviewers, itās in the cloud, itās on my back-up drive, etc, etc. Still, I worry.
2. My reference library disappears. One day I wake up and it doesnāt work any more. Oh hang on, thatĀ hasĀ happened. Thatās when the various platform developers donāt talk to each otherā¦the new version of Word doesnāt talk to the bibliographic software, and the helpline just says āyesā and the website says donāt trash your old copy of WordĀ because youāll need it for a while as we sort out ourĀ new compatible versionā¦.Yeah, right. As it happens, I didnāt trash the old version because Iām suspicious of all of you. The lot of you, every last one.
3. I lose the thesis I am examining. Well, itās never happened, but it could. Really, it could. And I would look ā and I would be ā so unbelievably stupid going back to the university (and to the doctoral researcher) saying that I canāt find the big book any more. Hardly a vote of confidence in your examiner, is it? But I guess that theyād replace it and what Iād really lose is face.
4. I forget to turn up for a viva. Iāve switched my diaryĀ entirely over to digital, and itĀ regularly seems to lose things and to get confused across different time zones. Iām still recovering appointments from the invisible early hours of the next day, a legacy of when I was away atĀ New Year in Australia. I can live with missing meetings and messy appointments, and Iāve got used to fessing up to having not managed conflicting appointments as well as I might. But it would be unthinkable ā no, the trouble is that itās entirely thinkable ā to manage to miss a viva.
5. One of those emails offering me millions of pounds from a distant dead relative, those emails that I just trash as soon as I see them, is actually true. One of those emails telling me to change my password and check my balance because I have weird new transactions is true. One of those emails telling me to change my email password in 10 days is true. Oh hang on, it was. Iāve been locked out of my email once before because I didnāt recognise the difference between the real IT and the fake. Well, they look so similar, anyone could do it. It took a long wait and then a phone call to get it back, but Iād rather it didnāt happen again. But how to know which of the multiple scams might just be the real one?
Really? Not afraid, eh?
Oh well then ā just call me paranoid.
Pat Thomson is professor of education at the University of Nottingham.Ā This post originallyĀ .
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