Two days ago I was stupid, very stupid. I tried to plug my 3.5" PATA HDD into a 2.5" IDE cable. Those of you that have done this, you'll know that it generally fucks with the pins or worse. I got off easy, it only pushed pin 36 most of the way back into the controller on the drive, but that was enough to make the drive useless.
There I sat at my desk, crying in frustration at the thought I would lose months of data, time and time again plugging the drive in hoping to see nautilus say "Hey, you just plugged in a USB storage device!". Vision blurred from closely examing the connector on the drive with my poor eyesight a few too many times, hands trembling from the stress. I decide it would be best to instead attempt to pull the pin back out of the drive, so I grab the pair of cuticle scissors I was using to break off pieces of paperclips.
Knowing full well this could do more harm than good if I apply too much force, I position the very tip of the instrument on top of the pin, the long edge threatening to attach onto a nearby pin. I cautiously pull outward without results, more force would be needed. Now sweating I incrementally try and apply more and more force, until I heard a loud *SNAP* of the tool loosing grip.
Heart racing, sweat dripping off my brow I quickly attempt to find religion so I can pray I didn't royally fuck my hard drive. I look down at the connector, expecting to see an empty hole where the pin had been. Alas, that empty hole was in fact, not there, the pin had been pulled out to it's original position, the only casualties were a few pins nearby that had been bent.
Realizing what I had just done I began to weep, my trusty hard drive will live many more years and my data was saved. This is pure, unadulterated joy, the feeling of coming back from the brink of failure to the grassy fields of success.
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