I first heard this saying (if it actually is a saying) in the first episode of Desperate Housewives season 2. I never really saw any significance with it (except that it sounded cool), until yesterday.
I actually have a different post prepared for this blog already, but because of the “pouring,†I had to content myself with a new and different one instead. Read along, and you’ll understand why.
Yesterday, I started my day like I always did: turn on the PC on my way to the bathroom. But that “morning†(which was two in the afternoon for normal people) was different—the PC won’t turn on. I tried a few more times with no success and reseated whatever connections could be reseated, didn’t work, so I woke up my tech support-turned-blogger-and-house-husband before I even brushed my teeth—yeah, I still had dragon breath. He was pissy, not because I woke him up with my breath stinking like hell, but because I woke him from his beauty sleep. Usually, a marching band can’t wake up Marc, but after hearing me say that the PC won’t turn on, he was out of bed immediately—he knew from experience that I wouldn’t bother him with PC troubles unless it was really serious.
And so it was.
With the help of our tech blog overlord friend (whom a marching band would also have a difficult time waking up), they were able to determine that the problem was the power supply—power just isn’t getting through. I had a lot of work to do and my offline blog drafts were saved in one of the PC’s drives, but I had no choice but to wait till the evening: our friends already bought us tickets to the opening of the latest Harry Potter movie scheduled at 5pm.
The day started with a shower (the power supply getting busted), and then rain (we missed the earlier part of the movie because of the diagnosis Marc had to do). But the worst was yet to come.
After the movie, we had a late dinner then left Robinson’s Place at Pioneer Street to rush over to the Mall of Asia to purchase a new power supply (computer shops close up at 10pm there, and it was nearly 930pm at that time). I left the boys do their thing, choosing the sturdiest brand they could find. We were happy with our purchase, but then, we got the call from my dad.
He said that a Security Officer-in-Charge of Robinson’s Place Pioneer called him, looking for Marc. The guy said that they found his backpack in the parking lot, far away from where we parked. It was open, and the only things left were a black leather folder and a booklet of empty checks.
Damn. That backpack wasn’t just a backpack—it contained two 1GB memory sticks (not just the ordinary kind, these two had heat sinks!) and a video card.
Well, there goes a functioning PC.
Apparently, we forgot to bring the backpack with us in our rush to the movie theater. I made sure that the doors were locked, but when we examined the passenger door closely, it was damaged. We didn’t notice the damage until we examined it—we were also in a rush to go to the Mall of Asia to beat closing time.
I honestly didn’t know how to feel. I wasn’t hyperventilating or anything, but I felt really weak. I don’t know how to describe the feeling, except that I felt like I lost three best friends. If there’s one thing I’m totally vain about—it’s my PC. I value it more than fashion and makeup, and I could honestly say that I love it after my dogs. The feeling I had was probably similar to somebody losing a diary or some treasured possession.
Call us insane, but Marc and I just tried to see the good out of it once the shock wore off. Abe was kind enough to offer us moral support, and helped us turn this business loss into an opportunity—this was our chance to have a PC upgrade (though there really isn’t much to upgrade anymore… Wahhh!). We even tried consoling ourselves by saying that maybe whoever stole it desperately needed the money, like, that person needed the cash for hospital bills or something. It sounds a bit far out, but telling ourselves that was better than whining how cruel the world was. Besides, it made us feel better—it’s our weird way of coping 😛
When it rains, it really does pour.
Moral of the story: never forget valuables in the car, even if it means missing half the movie you’ve been waiting to see for more than a year.
Oh my! That’s so sad to hear! I hope those people get caught!
Abe’s right: it’s a clean slate! Now’s your chance to go for gold with a new PC! 😀
But I still feel your loss. 🙁
haay I know. I’ve heard of laptops stolen in cars or even luggages. So I drag whatever is in the car. Yes as in any loss, somehow there is an opportunity. Of course I know how sad you must have been at first.
Damn!..
tooooo bad! learning our lessons the hard way.
I know you’ll turn this around like what you’ve done now. And it’s not weird to look at it with a positive light. It’s the better ooption. Imagine if you whined and got angry and stuff – stress, high blood pressure, grouchy attitude that will be vented on whomever and whatever you can lay your hands on – more baggage that will have long-term repercussion and definitely not worth it.
Aside from the “memories” and “attachments” – I’m sure you will easily get replacements in no time at all.
PS: Check if your checks in the checkbook are complete. Better yet, have the whole checkbook canceled and order a new one if you have doubts. Just make sure that you have not issued any check. Ask you bank for advice on what to do. I was actually more concerned about these.
Yikes! The busted power supply would’ve been just a bother, but getting your stuff stolen from your car is infuriating. I know that practically every carpark management disclaims any losses from parked vehicles but they should’ve exercised due diligence since they’re a respected mall.
I think I won’t be leaving valuable stuff in the car from now on. Before, I occasionally forget to lock the car. Now I’ll try to be conscientious too.
Just one question: was the backpack lying in the car in plain sight? When my sister leaves her laptop in the car or van, she makes sure it’s hidden under the chair or in the trunk. The reasoning is that if there doesn’t seem to be anything in the vehicle, it’s not worth the bother of trying to break into it.
Ouch!
Time for a new PC! Actually ako din kailangan ko na.
Just holding out till something happens.
Just be happy na yun lang ang nawala, there are worst things that could happen.
Cheer up! Your new PC will start smelling like Sheero in no time!
Oo nga pala, let’s change the title of your post na lang to “When it rains, it’s four!” 😛
Ouch. 🙁 I remember when my phone was stolen, I told myself the same thing: maybe the person who got it really needed the money which is why he stole it. A bit comforting…pero masakit pa rin. 🙁