Rare panic attack
I flipped out about an hour ago. I went to find my iPod so that I could charge it up and take it into work tomorrow. It has been a quiet week in the office with Thanksgiving, so I am listening to music since I am not in six hours of meetings a day right now. I grabbed my coat since I thought I put the iPod in my coat pocket before leaving the office. But wait, it's not there! Somewhat confused, I check the pants I wore to work to see if the iPod happens to be in one of the pockets. Not there either.
Now I am worried. The last thing I remembered doing with the iPod was setting it on the table in my cube as I put my laptop away at the end of the day. What if I left the iPod in the office? The nighttime cleaning staff there is full of kleptos. I've heard horror stories of thefts there in the past from friends of mine, so I was mad at myself for leaving an expensive "toy" at the office. There is a good chance that if I left the iPod at work that it would be gone by now, even though I left work about two hours earlier. In a fit, I sped over to work to see if I left the iPod on my desk. I get to my desk at work and the iPod is not there. NOT THERE! I look around and am pretty pissed at this point. I give an evil glare to the guy who is walking around emptying the waste baskets in that general area of the building. However, I refrain from making outlandish accusations until I am sure that the iPod was actually left at work.
I thought about stopping at the security desk on the way out and report my iPod stolen, but I decided to be patient for a few minutes. Since I only live five minutes from the office, I am going to go home and check again to see if I can find my iPod. I grabbed by coat again and searched every pocket, not just the ones I normally use. Thankfully, the iPod was there and I was worried about nothing, but not after going into a panic for about a half an hour. I'm sure if I had left the iPod in plain view on my desk that it would have been stolen. Phew!!
What's the moral of this story? I can think of two:
1) My stories are funny. Not laughing? Then are you banned for life from reading this blog.
2) iPods are cool.
The end.
Now I am worried. The last thing I remembered doing with the iPod was setting it on the table in my cube as I put my laptop away at the end of the day. What if I left the iPod in the office? The nighttime cleaning staff there is full of kleptos. I've heard horror stories of thefts there in the past from friends of mine, so I was mad at myself for leaving an expensive "toy" at the office. There is a good chance that if I left the iPod at work that it would be gone by now, even though I left work about two hours earlier. In a fit, I sped over to work to see if I left the iPod on my desk. I get to my desk at work and the iPod is not there. NOT THERE! I look around and am pretty pissed at this point. I give an evil glare to the guy who is walking around emptying the waste baskets in that general area of the building. However, I refrain from making outlandish accusations until I am sure that the iPod was actually left at work.
I thought about stopping at the security desk on the way out and report my iPod stolen, but I decided to be patient for a few minutes. Since I only live five minutes from the office, I am going to go home and check again to see if I can find my iPod. I grabbed by coat again and searched every pocket, not just the ones I normally use. Thankfully, the iPod was there and I was worried about nothing, but not after going into a panic for about a half an hour. I'm sure if I had left the iPod in plain view on my desk that it would have been stolen. Phew!!
What's the moral of this story? I can think of two:
1) My stories are funny. Not laughing? Then are you banned for life from reading this blog.
2) iPods are cool.
The end.
posted by GaryGinew at 8:53 PM
2 Comments:
There will be no terrorizing of my blog. Identify yourself. Now.
3) Don't assume the custodial staff has stolen what you can't find...
...okay, getting off my high horse now
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