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thatcrazycajunAs soon as I posted recently about having to buy a new cell phone because I lost the old one, and then went to the hassle of actually buying the new one and transferring my number and TracFone credits to it, I just knew that the old one would, sooner or later, turn out to have been left not in some impossible-to-remember place that was not my home, my car or my workplace, or stolen by someone, or lost out the car window, but rather somewhere at home, in a spot I would kick myself all the way to Alpharetta and back for not having thought to check.
This morning I was remaking the makeshift daybed in our home office (actually, our secondary bedroom, which serves as home office for me, art studio for my beloved and storage room for us both) which we cobbled together awhile back from some old futon-platform parts, a foam mattress and some various boxes, trunks and whatnot. I lifted up a piece and, sure enough, there was my old phone, lying in a hidden cranny where it had lain since weeks before, when I had no doubt carelessly placed it on the bed-substitute's window rail before dozing off and allowed it to slip down onto the floor. Had I looked just a little bit harder that frantic morning when I was searching for it... but I was already beyond making it to work on time that day and didn't have any more time to waste on it.
Sigh. Oh, well, I guess I can keep it as a backup in case something happens to the new one. And it's not like the new one cost me tons of cash (just $19.97, astute readers will recall), or, really, anything other than the annoyance of transfer mentioned above (one of the few things I hate about TracFone, but it may well apply or be worse with any other cellular service). And the new one does have a pretty color screen and a more compact size. And at least I can finally play Snake II again.
There are times I hate being right.
This morning I was remaking the makeshift daybed in our home office (actually, our secondary bedroom, which serves as home office for me, art studio for my beloved and storage room for us both) which we cobbled together awhile back from some old futon-platform parts, a foam mattress and some various boxes, trunks and whatnot. I lifted up a piece and, sure enough, there was my old phone, lying in a hidden cranny where it had lain since weeks before, when I had no doubt carelessly placed it on the bed-substitute's window rail before dozing off and allowed it to slip down onto the floor. Had I looked just a little bit harder that frantic morning when I was searching for it... but I was already beyond making it to work on time that day and didn't have any more time to waste on it.
Sigh. Oh, well, I guess I can keep it as a backup in case something happens to the new one. And it's not like the new one cost me tons of cash (just $19.97, astute readers will recall), or, really, anything other than the annoyance of transfer mentioned above (one of the few things I hate about TracFone, but it may well apply or be worse with any other cellular service). And the new one does have a pretty color screen and a more compact size. And at least I can finally play Snake II again.
There are times I hate being right.
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Date: 2006-09-09 08:50 pm (UTC)Guess one shouldn't phone OR smoke in bed these days.
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