I misplaced my cell phone last Friday and was completely lost without it. It’s not like me to lose things or be distraught over it. At first I wasn’t worried. I left it at home. It was in the car. I left it at work at my desk. I left it in a co-worker’s car. It is in the office building’s lost ‘n found. None of the above. I went all weekend and nearly two week days without it. I retraced my steps. Even though I tried to call it, it was on vibrate so I would've had to be nearby to hear it. I was starting to get worried. My husband was forced to call me on the main office number each time he wanted to ask a silly question. I couldn’t text I LOVE YOU or HAVE A NICE DAY to Franny before she went to school. I was forced to borrow Marli’s Sidekick – which by the way, is the most confusing phone to use (I guess if I was 13 it would be easy!). I was on the verge of going to T-Mobile tonight to buy a replacement phone – an expense I really didn’t want to incur, but what was I to do? I knew that since T-Mobile had not recorded any outgoing calls on my phone it hadn’t fallen into nefarious hands. I knew that it was probably just sitting somewhere….waiting for me. But where?
Alas, one of my co-workers found my phone this afternoon. It was between the seat cushions in one of the arm chairs in our conference room. I had been sitting in there last Friday morning for a long (and boring) meeting. It either slipped out of my pocket or I set it next to me. It doesn’t matter. It’s back. And I am connected again.