Yeah, so I said I was taking a couple days off to rest my brain, but I thought I'd share this with you first.
I lost my phone. My iPhone. The one I've only had for a little over a month. Gone. It was raining when I left for work yesterday, and since I was wearing my glasses instead of contacts, I tucked my head down, and ran from my apartment to my car. Apparently, I dropped it between the front door and the door to the car, but I didn't hear it fall. I noticed I was missing it while I was at work, but I just assumed I left it on the back of the couch next to the door. When I came home, it wasn't here. I tore the place apart, but it wasn't anywhere. I drove all the way back to work, thinking maybe I'd left it there. Nope. I called the office of my apartment complex this morning to ask if anyone had turned it in. Nope. This afternoon when my neighbors came home, I asked if they'd seen it. YES! He had! He saw it lying on the ground yesterday as he was running over to the store, but it was gone when he got back. Great. Part of me was ecstatic, because at least I knew it wasn't in my house somewhere and I was just missing it. On the other hand, part of me wanted to smack him a little for not picking it up when he saw it the first time. But, whatever. He mentioned the people upstairs had been out at the time, so I went upstairs to the elephant people and asked if maybe they'd seen it. The girl at the door just kinda stared at me blankly. I repeated it. Twice. Still the blank stare. Finally I asked if she understood me. She said she did, but that she wasn't home yesterday and would ask her brothers and father if they'd seen it. So there's still the possibility that someone upstairs picked it up. If they don't have it, I'm going to start knocking on doors to see if anyone found it.
So yay for me being stupid! Again! What a way to start December, eh?
I dropped my phone down the toilet once. It was dramatic and disgusting all at once.
I am sorry for your technological loss.