Potentially a relatively short post, but an important one all the same. well, it may not be important to you guys, but the events which i’m about to describe [although there is very little to be described] are important to me, at least for now.
I was in a service station.
That’s how all the best stories start, right?
Anyways, we were in the car park, walking from the car into the services to grab some food. I was with
at this point; we went on a little trip yesterday, and by little I mean a round trip of around 400-450 miles. I took in my phone and, of course, my wallet.
I should probably explain here why it is essential for me to take my phone with me. Having a phone with me is pretty much the only thing that makes me feel safe and [a little more] relaxed. I guess it’s the knowledge that, if things fuck up, I can always call whoever i’m with, if I were to lose them for example, or in a diar situation, I could call the police. additionally, my iPhone is the home to all of my music, and often, if i’m stressed, music can really calm me down and also distract me for long enough to avoid whatever is stressing me out. For example, loud places stress me out if I’m on my own, so if the person I’m with has gone to get, say, a coffee, I can listen to a song or two, distract myself from the situation and rejoin reality when the person [and their coffee] has returned to me.
elm, her mum and I walked into the service station, and which point I noticed, with an understandable moment of panic, that I didn’t have my phone any more. Maybe it was because I was with others, but I did my best not to FREAK OUT, like I usually would; I came to the logical conclusion that it must have been in the car – I’d clearly just missed my pocket when I picked up my phone, and it was sat on the front seat of the car, happy as can be. Still, when we headed back to the car after food, I asked Elm’s mum to keep her eye open, just in case it was
A] on the floor somewhere and
B] hadn’t been taken already.
She saw nothing.
Upon our return to the car, however, I discovered that, after a thorough search, it wasn’t there either.
But, it wasn’t on the ground between the car and the service station entrance, where I’d lost it, so it must have been taken.
That was a fun chat with the parents…
The worst part of having my phone taken, I’ve found, is not the fact that I have no phone – I can just about live with that, short term, so long as I don’t go ANYWHERE alone -, but more the fact that there is potentially someone out there with my phone, my stuff. Pretty much everything of mine is on that phone: social media, contacts, messages, emails, calendars, photos, my blog…
Oh, God, my blog…
I’m trying to find comfort in the fact that I have a six-digit passcode which is in no way linked to me; it’s not, for example, a variation of my birthday, or anything similar. As well as that, I’ve been able to cancel my contract with my phone provider, so at least if someone does have my phone, they won’t be able to make calls, send messages or use my 4G [God forbid]. with any luck, those precautions are enough to save my stuff, presuming that my phone wasn’t simply run over by a ar in a car park…
True, I still don’t have a phone, but at least I’m safe, and I’ve been able to do something about it. Personally, I always think it makes you feel better if, when something doesn’t go right, you can do something about it; it makes you feel in control, like you aren’t completely helpless. With any luck, I can use an early upgrade and get a new phone tonight, but I’ll keep you guys informed.
This morning, to top things off nicely, my one remaining iOS device – my iPad – won’t connect to the bloody WiFi. It’s just sat there, thinking about it, and not doing anything! I’ve restarted it, turned the WiFi off and on again, cried, begged it to cooperate, all with no results.
I am potentially going to have a breakdown, which may or may not involve me lobbing an iPad out of a second-floor window… [I haen’t tried threatening it yet, but maybe that one did the trick?]