I lost my phone. I used to lose things all the time and it made me feel bad. It’s like that Emily Rodda book, if you’ve ever read it. ‘Finders Keepers‘ is about things that would get lost through invisible holes from our world to an adjoining world. Whenver I lost things, it’s all the more annoying/distressing because I can imagine it sitting there in a corner this very instant, calling, “Joan! I’m here! I’m here!”
Anyway, I was sick of losing things so I made a resolution to always look after my posessions. I hadn’t lost anything signficant since I made that resolution in August last year. Now my phone is gone. Worst case scenario: someone pocketed it while I was at Crown Casino on Saturday morning. Those gamblers, desperate enough to steal a phone worth less than AUD$80. Best case scenario: It’s at home and I will find it…or someone picked it up at Crown and handed it to Lost Property. Yes, that would do me nicely.
BOO HOO. BOOOOO HOOOOO.
You found your phone yet?
I remembered that sometime ago, I went shopping with my sister and she left her phone (worth $400 at that time) in the fitting room. When we went back, and it was gone! So I decided to give her phone a ring, just to try our luck that maybe, just maybe a kind soul picked it up and was waiting for the owner to call. And guess what? A kind soul did pick it up and return the phone to my sister. A happy fairy tale ending!
I understand how you feel. I always misplace things as well. Just a few months ago, I left my bag, which has my wallet, phone and keys inside, in a soccer field. You should see me panic. My voice went up an octave higher when I suddenly realized that I left my bag in the field. Fortunately, a friend was still at the field and he saved me from the heartache and agony.
I wasn’t so lucky all the time though. I lost my wallet, phone, keys, books, money… etc before. Oh well! I never learn.
Pickle
No phone yet. The pain is almost over, though. I’ve told lots of people about my new phone number (isn’t free e-mail wonderful?). I’ve even mailed a new CV with my new number to all the companies that I applied to for grad work.
Two things have made the “trauma” of losing my phone easier to bear.
1. Dad has let me take over his phone plan, which is about half the price of my old pre-paid arrangement, hurrah.
2. The day after I lost my phone, I looked around and thought I had also lost my Palm. I tried to calmly look for it but after checking out the really obvious places and not finding it, I started to freak out. It’s times like these that I turn to God – “Please God! Please! I promise never to complain about losing my phone if I find my Palm again, please pretty please!” I was so relieved when I found it hidden in a bag of my dance costumes. I guess God taught me a lesson 🙂
I’ve lost my wallet before to. In my first three years of university, I went through four ID cards. I am/was very scatterbrained!