High hopes dashed

My coworker recommended trying a disk recovery program that had helped him with a disk (that the computer could also not see). So he kindly installed it on one of the work Macs and gave me a password to use it. I lugged my baby into work with fingers crossed. Only to have my hopes dashed. It can't find my disk either, which means, my disk is fried. Damn. I guess this means I'm off to Akihabara (electronics district) tomorrow to get it fixed.