Over the course of my young life, I have lost my entire music collection not once, not twice, not three times, but FOUR times. First time, freshman dorm robbery. Second time, entire CD shipment failed to arrive. Third time, computer with all music digital files stolen. Fourth time, year-old hard drive of replacement computer crashed.
Okay, first time it was only like 25 CDs, since CDs were a relatively new-fangled thing and I had just started buying them (yup, I'm old). So it wasn't that traumatizing. And third and fourth times, it was/is more about doing to work of re-stealing and reuploading the files than anything else. And that's what husbands are for.
Second time though.... oh, that second time. I had just taken off a semester to run an environmental campaign office in Santa Barbara. I had no idea what I was doing; for a few different reasons, I just knew that I needed a severe change of pace. So off I went, with an impulsive friend in tow.
A few weeks into my time there, I was sure I'd made a collossal mistake. My weekly work hours hovered around the triple digits, it rained all the time, and there was a giant tree growing in the middle of my office. Also, everyone used the term "stoked" way too often for my liking.
So I desperately awaited the comforts of my music collection, which my dad had promised to send to me ASAP. And one day, UPS finally dropped off a big media package -- a big, ripped, empty media package that one of my idiot employees still signed for.
I can't even begin to explain the feelings of rage and loss that surged through me when I saw that box, mostly because I knew, I just KNEW my dad hadn't thought to insure the package. And so it was. UPS gave me a hundred bucks for my troubles, my dad guiltily promised to take me on a used-CD shopping spree when I returned home (six months later), and I was stuck listening to the Philadelphia
soundtrack -- the only CD the previous director had left behind in the office -- on endless, Sisyphian loop. Sometimes, in my dreams at night, I can still hear the grating sounds of the Spin Doctors covering "Have You Ever Seen the Rain?" Thank god for Neil Young's "Philadelphia."