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I know I know I know... but...
So, last night, I came home, put my apron from work in the wash with the rest of my clothes. I was tired and just wanted to go to freaking bed and sleep. So, I'm upstairs, putting away my dry clothes when I remember, oh, I should put my phone in my backpack for tomorrow, now that I have a good twenty five dollars in it *muttters under breath*. So I start digging through my purse.
Shit.
Where's my phone?
I realize that, you know, maybe I left it at work. Deeply hoping it's that, rather than the other lurking option that I am quickly realizing it is...
I ran downstairs, the whole time cussing under my breath *shitshitfuckshitdamn*. Fling open the washer door. Clothes stop spinning. Pull everything aside.
And there's my poor blue little phone, gently floating to the bottom of the washing machine. As if it didn't have a care in the world.
I tried numerous times with the hair dryer and everything... it didn't turn on. The best I got was weird warbly noises, and a huge vibrationy thing. Poor phone.
So, I'm taking it in today, seeing if they can do anything (doubt it), and will then proceed to see if I can buy a new phone- maybe they'll be nice and transfer the cash? I dunno if they can. I want the same number too, but I'll post if that changes.
Only thing keeping me smiling today was my little sister. She came to school for shadowing for APchoice. Tortorelli says we look exactly alike. ^_^
Anyway, things could be worse. Overall, I'm tired, and Jess is sick, so I'm worried for him, too. I, of course, didn't get any sleep last night, so my body feels like it took a severe beating.
But you know, I'm pretty okay.
So, last night, I came home, put my apron from work in the wash with the rest of my clothes. I was tired and just wanted to go to freaking bed and sleep. So, I'm upstairs, putting away my dry clothes when I remember, oh, I should put my phone in my backpack for tomorrow, now that I have a good twenty five dollars in it *muttters under breath*. So I start digging through my purse.
Shit.
Where's my phone?
I realize that, you know, maybe I left it at work. Deeply hoping it's that, rather than the other lurking option that I am quickly realizing it is...
I ran downstairs, the whole time cussing under my breath *shitshitfuckshitdamn*. Fling open the washer door. Clothes stop spinning. Pull everything aside.
And there's my poor blue little phone, gently floating to the bottom of the washing machine. As if it didn't have a care in the world.
I tried numerous times with the hair dryer and everything... it didn't turn on. The best I got was weird warbly noises, and a huge vibrationy thing. Poor phone.
So, I'm taking it in today, seeing if they can do anything (doubt it), and will then proceed to see if I can buy a new phone- maybe they'll be nice and transfer the cash? I dunno if they can. I want the same number too, but I'll post if that changes.
Only thing keeping me smiling today was my little sister. She came to school for shadowing for APchoice. Tortorelli says we look exactly alike. ^_^
Anyway, things could be worse. Overall, I'm tired, and Jess is sick, so I'm worried for him, too. I, of course, didn't get any sleep last night, so my body feels like it took a severe beating.
But you know, I'm pretty okay.