It was a bad day at work. The particulars don’t matter, just that if computers can store a ton of data, you can also lose that ton of data in a blink.
My boss was melting down through the day as we worked through it, but as we left for the day she said to me,
“It’s just data, right?” 
“Yep,” I replied, “nobody got hurt and we all get to go home.”
“Where we’re loved.” she answered.
And that’s the truth. I’ve had days  where someone got hurt, where someone didn’t get to go home.
It’s just data, and I’m at home, with my beloved.
It’s not a bad day.