RIP MP3

It was obviously God's plan. He wanted me to buy the refurbished 16 gig model instead of limping along with my good and faithful 8 gig companion Sansa View. At least it was (somewhat) painless.

Yesterday I took the player to work with me in a bag along with four cans of Campbell's finest soups and two cans of tuna fish. I added a couple of slices of whole wheat bread in a ziplock bag. Therein lay my entire lunch for the week plus entertainment to go along with it.

However, since I also use said MP3 player at night to soothe me to sleep and I left it at work yesterday, it was not such a good thing. Especially since Hubster had the sleeping disposition of a rooting hog. So I ended up sleeping in the chair and thought to be reunited with my little gem of a player today.

Unfortunately, the cleaning people did not see things the same way I had.

The bag with my lunch and Sansa View was gone. Put out with the trash.

When I called the cleaning company, they offered to come and dumpster dive in order to retrieve it. But really? After it's been in the trash with someone else's coffee splattered all over it, no telling what other items of refuse rubbing up against it, and untold germinations of nuclear waste products or hazardous chemicals or even dog poop?

While it was really appealing, I declined.

Instead, they're footing the bill for a new one.

So really, it's a win-win situation. I ordered a refurbished 16 gig player, which was only 5 cents more than a new 8 gig player. They don't have to play full price for a new player, I get a bigger player without hazards and yucky stuff.

Let's see how long it takes me to ruin this one.

In the meantime, a moment of silence for the previous MP3, if you please....