my own worst enemy

I can't find my eff-ing phone

Thursday, November 30, 2006

I can't find my eff-ing phone. I took it to work this morning, and now I have no idea where it is. I know I took it to work this morning because I succintly remember coming running back up the stairs this morning because I had forgotten said phone and my sunglasses. After that, I have no recollection of seeing my phone at all.

So maybe it didn't make it to work at all. Maybe it escaped out of my pocket on the walk between my apartment and my car, filled with ambitions of travelling to cell phone paradise, where all the lady cell phones are slinder, shiny and sexy -- like RAZRs. Who knows?

But I do have some faint memory of placing it on top of a box of push-pins on my desk at work. I can't be sure, though, because that might have been yesterday. Or maybe the day before. That's what happens when you stare at the same monitor at the same desk in the same room for 9 hours a day: the days all mush together.

Yet when I went to leave today, my phone was nowhere to be found. I looked EVERYWHERE. I looked on my desk. I looked on my co-workers' desk. I looked on my boss's desk. I looked on the floor. Then I went out and looked in my car. I called the damn thing like 6 times, but never heard it ring. Or buzz, seeing as how I keep it in vibrate mode (shut up, Booter).

I have no eff-ing idea where my phone is.

I am my own worst enemy.

Labels: Evidence for the prosecution

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