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The Ambrosia Software, Inc. office I work at is in downtown Rochester, in a fairly sketchy part of town. Sure, they've been putting up street lights and pretty brick sidewalks, but you still walk quickly to your car, and look nervously about if you happen to be working late at night. Tonight happened to be just such a night. I stayed late to take care of some backlogged work, and also to take care of my weekly cleaning chore (we all pitch in here, more or less), which happened to be taking the trash out. No big deal, I gathered up all of the full trash bags, and lugged them down to the freight elevator. Look, ma! That working out has let me carry 14 full trash bags at once! Of course, I still had to return to get a stack of boxes that were too unwieldy to carry even for those of us with delusions of grandeur. As I brought the boxes to the large loading bay, I realized I needed to use my security card before I could raise the metal sliding door that lead to the huge metal trash bin outside. No problem; I'll balance the boxes in one hand, grab my wallet with the other, pull the security card out, slide it through the slot, and hit the button! Oh yeah, how slick am I? Touching down lightly onto reality, I got back to the task at hand, and chucked the boxes into the 12' high dumpster, casually turned and two a few steps back towards the other garbage I had to throw out and... FROZE. I'm sure we've all experienced this sensation: when "OH SHIT!!" echoes throughout your mind, your body freezes like a deer caught in headlights, and you stand there for a moment, marveling at your own stupidity. "Oh my god, did I just throw my wallet into that huge, stinking, filthy trash bin?" Look, ma! That working out has made me incredibly stupid! I immediately looked around at the top of the bin, but it was dark, I couldn't see much of anything -- so I jumped into the bin, and rummaged around in vain for a bit. It was just a bit too dark. Hell. I pulled myself out of the bin, ran to my car, and sped home to get a flashlight to aid me in recovering my wallet and perhaps a shred of my dignity. I ran inside, the cats were typically helpful: all I got was a quizzical look and a "Meow?" or two. I rummaged around for a flashlight, but I couldn't find one! Argh! Aha -- I'll use my trusty scuba diving light -- that sucker is like a spotlight. I grab it, run out the door, and as I hear the door shut, my paranoia-induced frenzy causes me to pat my pocket. OH NO! No keys! I tug on the door... it's locked up tight as a drum. Good GOD, could I possibly be this dumb? My wallet is in a dumpster because I threw it in there, I smell like rancid garbage, and I've just locked myself out of my apartment in the middle of the night. Lovely. My sanity returned as I realized that I actually DID still have my keys, I'd merely put them in my coat pocket. OK, Andrew, let's not lose our head completely, eh? So I sped back to the office, and leapt into the dumpster once more, with renewed vigor. I began tossing every box and bag of garbage out of the dumpster, as I slushed around in the filth that accumulated at the bottom, looking rather like some kind of rancid soup du jour. If you've ever seen the infamous "Trash Compactor" scene from the original Star Wars movie, you have a pretty good picture of what it looked like. Here I am, banging around inside a wretched trash bin late at night, rummaging around like a madman, tossing bags and boxes around as I sloshed from one corner to another, wielding a scuba diving light, and I'm sure a rather crazed expression. At first I was worried that some thug would come along and try to rob me -- then I realized he'd have to get in the dumpster and help me search first, and I figured it was rather unlikely anyone would want to do that, especially if they were in a rush to get another rock of crack. Next up was being worried that a policeman would take exception to my late night scavenging endeavor, but thankfully the police were mercifully absent (perhaps having a Krispy Kreme donut and a coffee?). I threw every big piece of trash I could find outside of the dumpster -- I imagine the scene was probably quite comical, random boxes and bags being thrown out of the top of a dumpster late at night, with random bangings, splashes, and curses eminating from within. No luck. Damn -- then another thought occurred to me -- perhaps I'd dropped the wallet inside the building somewhere, before I threw it? Well, I'd feel pretty dumb if it was actually never in the dumpster to begin with -- "ha ha, you just spent 30 minutes rummaging around in a stench-laden garbage for no reason!" I leapt out of the dumpster, went inside, searched around, but to no avail. My wallet was definitely in that dumpster somewhere. With a sigh, I jumped back into mosh pit of dejected (and stinky) possessions. After a good 20 minutes of searching, I finally found it right next to some week old chicken wings, an exploded toner cartridge, and under a rather mangled Wegman's Food Shopper coupon newsletter. UGH. So, anyway, if you ever feel bad when you do something stupid, I want you to remember this story. You'll feel better about yourself. .....Other strange adventures, stories, and pictures can be found here. If you have any questions, please feel free to email me at: andrew@AmbrosiaSW.com
Andrew Welch / el Presidente / Ambrosia Software, Inc.