Yesterday the unthinkable happened -I lost my phone. Like a lot of people, I think of my phone more like an appendage than a mere electronic device. I use the alarm feature every morning, read the news during my morning commute, listen to music on my walks to and from work, access social media, write reminders to myself, take pictures, check email, avoid getting lost, stay in touch with friends and family, and the list goes on and on.
Yesterday there were a series of unfortunate, and seemingly unimportant, incidents which eventually resulted in my phone being left on a metro car as I got off. The most frustrating part of the debacle though is that I had the Find my Phone app and was able to see exactly where my phone was. When I contracted the metro police I was told that because my phone was not physically taken from me, it was technically a loss and not a theft, so neither the metro police nor the regular police could get involved in retrieving the phone.
I went through a myriad of emotions, I was calm, sad, furious, mocking, panicked, annoyed, and finally resigned. Eventually I realized that while it makes no sense that a lost item which is then stolen is still just considered lost the eyes of the law, at the end of the day, I was still the reason the phone was lost. I was distracted and left my phone on the metro. Yelling at the bearer of bad news, who came in the form of a very nice metro officer, would do nothing to bring my phone back and would only make me feel that much worse. So instead, I accepted the fact that my phone was gone, put on my favorite sweatpants, and finally watched the first episode of Orange is the New Black while stuffing my face with pound cake. And I have to say I woke up this morning feeling relatively good. I picked out a fabulous outfit (to be posted tomorrow), put my figurative big girl pants on, left for work ,and ordered myself a brand spankin’ new iPhone 5c. As the French say “c’est la vie.”