Lost and Found

In the past two weeks, I have lost:

• My rental car


• My suitcase


• My wallet


• My cellphone

After all the losing, I decided that this week would be the week of finding! This morning when I arrived at work, I found a cookie on my desk! Thanks Doug! Later, when I came back to my desk from getting coffee, I found a gift-wrapped DVD of the first season of Three's Company. Yay! Thanks Bob! My attempt to implement the Law of Attraction might actually be working.

Now, about that cellphone and wallet.

Last Friday morning I noticed my wallet was missing from my backpack on my way to work. I looked around my apartment before I left, and when I didn't find it, I figured I must have left it at work. Apparently, not so much. I am still holding onto a thread of hope that it's in my possession somewhere and I will find it. Ideally tonight, before I actually have to buy anything with real money (like food).

Friday night I went out after work with some generous co-workers who agreed to purchase alcoholic beverages for me (see: no wallet). A couple of glasses (s/glasses/bottles/) of wine later, we took a car service back to my 'hood. Hours later I realized that I was phone-less. I borrowed various phones to call my phone and the car service many, many times, to no avail. DLang astutely pointed out that at some point the phone's battery would die. Good times. (I also probably wouldn't be as fortunate as Candace was in this regard.)

This morning I arrived at work to two email messages from friends who'd called me over the weekend and had spoken with a very nice car service driver who said he'd like to get the phone back to me. Hooray! I resumed my calling-my-phone regime and finally around 4:30 this afternoon the driver answered. He dropped the phone off at my office just now, and I am eternally grateful to him and Arecibo (please call them if you need a car in the BK - they rock). Sure enough, within minutes of having the phone in my pocket, it started singing the Low Battery Blues. Whew.

As an aside, it kind of sucked answering Monday morning how-was-your-weekend watercooler banter with, "I lost my wallet and my cellphone, and I set my cat on fire. You?"

There isn't really a moral to this story, or much of a point, except that my mom was totally right when she used to say that the thing that you lost was right where you left it. Now, if I could only remember where I left my wallet...