I Could Have Been Dead You Know!

Yesterday at work I got a helpdesk ticket from one of our employees having an issue with his Blackberry. Because he had a different model, I needed to check my phone. “Hold on,” I told him. “Let me get mine…” 

Only, when I got back to my office, I couldn’t find my phone.  But I have this bottomless pit of a handbag, so I called my cell to make sure it wasn’t just buried in there.  {crickets} 

OK, so I must have left the damn thing home on the charger or something. Minor worry, but nothing to panic about.

When I got home, no phone. The charging station was empty. 

Holy shit, where the hell is my phone? My husband asked me when I last saw it. Well, I know I had it Monday, because I updated my Facebook status while waiting in the doctor’s office.  Did I have it on Tuesday? YES! I called T for our playdate. Wednesday? When was the last time I used the stupid thing?

Starting to panic (company paid phone and all), I gave it another call.  {ring, ring} I heard it, but faintly.  So I go searching for it. Calling it again and again each time I get the voice mail.

Finally, I found it in our hall closet.  On Tuesday, I had a play date after work and took my backpack instead of my handbag, then forgot to transfer it back.  Schwew!

“HA!” I told my husband.  “No one can say I’m slave to technology!”  In this day and age when everyone practically lives by their cell phones, I just went two whole days without even KNOWING mine was missing! 

Then I checked and saw I had five missed calls. Oh No. I hope it wasn’t work or my boss or my mom or anything serious.  But nooooooooooooo, turns out all the calls were from me while trying to find the damn thing!

Talk about your bursted bubbles. Not being a slave to technology is one thing, but being completely unpopular and unimportant is quite another.  Two whole days??

What if I was lying dead in some ditch somewhere? Huh? Huh? Then you’d be sorry!