In college I worked as a concert promoter.
I worked for a student run organization that brought huge concerts to the campus arena in order to fund lesser known acts at the smaller venues.
The student group structure included: 2 senior leaders who booked the bands; 10 managers who handled advertising, hospitality, and other logistics; and a team of 100 student volunteers who provided stage management, ushering and other labor during the events.
In 1987, I was one of the 10 managers along with a woman named...I'll call her "Patty" here, though that is not her real name.
I was not nice to Patty. I was MEAN to Patty.
Because I was the bossy ring-leader type, my friends were also mean to Patty.
As I recall, the reason I didn’t like her was that at a managers meeting she made, what seemed to me, a disdainful remark about someone and likened the person to a garbage collector.
I remember feeling offended, thinking that she believed she was somehow better than people who collected garbage for a living.
How dare she degrade garbage collectors!
Why would she think being a garbage collector was dishonorable or distasteful?
OH, MY RIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION!!
In honor of hardworking garbage collectors everywhere, I decided that, from that point forward, I would treat Patty like garbage.
[What a genius.]
Oh, how I could have benefited from a teensy, weensy bit of maturity.
Did I take Patty aside after the meeting to clarify my understanding of her comment? No.
Did I tell her how her comment made me feel and ask her if she meant it that way? No.
Did I talk with her about it at all, ever? No. No. No.
Fast forward nearly twenty years to... (stay with me, this is a rough transition)...
...Seth and Ryan, two Fox Network hotties from the show The O.C.
Now JUDGE if you want, but I was enslaved to the boxed DVD set of the first season of The O.C.
It was like narcotic candy with a great soundtrack.
The soundtrack was so great, in fact, that when the mixed C.D. compilations were released they were among the best selling compilation CD’s ever sold on iTunes.
I purchased several of them myself.
A few months later I got an e-mail from my friend Sophia who had been one of the other student organization managers with Patty and me.
The Elle feature was about Patty... and her much lauded work... as a music supervisor... for The O.C.
I blew my chance to get an up close glimpse of the eye candy twenty years ago (when these actors were babies.)
Earlier this week I randomly found Patty on one of those professional networking Internet sites.
I wrote her a long note confessing, apologizing and praising her work.
To her credit, she was gracious in return (despite the fact that I always was, and still am, an incredible butthead.)