Pfffff.
So, as you have probably gathered, Cat has well and truly lost her cell phone. I don't have the faintest idea where it might be. I had it Sunday night. On Monday night, my manager called me (to ask if I could work on Tuesday) and mentioned that he'd tried my cell phone. No big deal; I usually keep it off or on vibrate anyway, so I wasn't surprised I hadn't heard it. It wasn't until Wednesday night that I realized it wasn't in my purse, and now I just don't know where it is. So fuck that, no more cell phone. I didn't use it a whole lot anyway.
I hate fucking losing things like this; it kills me to be so goddamn airheaded about what I do with things. Absolutely infuriating. The worst part is that I hear from my mother that my dad is going to have me buy a new one myself. Uh, no thanks; I'd rather go without a phone, in all honesty. It pisses me off because if it'd been my brother--who didn't have a job at my age--it wouldn't have been an option to make him pay for it. You know what, it's my fault. I misplaced it, it fell out of my purse, I forgot it somewhere, it was stolen, I don't know--it was still my fault. Fine. I'm paying the consequence, and now I have no phone, and I can deal with that. I didn't use it that often anyway and it's certainly not worth a hundred or so dollars out of my hard-earned money. I'll keep that for something actually substantial.
This is totally maddening. I can't stop wondering about where the FUCK I could have put the thing, but I use it so seldom that I can't even make a reasonable guess. Christ on a cracker. Make this shit go away.
I hate fucking losing things like this; it kills me to be so goddamn airheaded about what I do with things. Absolutely infuriating. The worst part is that I hear from my mother that my dad is going to have me buy a new one myself. Uh, no thanks; I'd rather go without a phone, in all honesty. It pisses me off because if it'd been my brother--who didn't have a job at my age--it wouldn't have been an option to make him pay for it. You know what, it's my fault. I misplaced it, it fell out of my purse, I forgot it somewhere, it was stolen, I don't know--it was still my fault. Fine. I'm paying the consequence, and now I have no phone, and I can deal with that. I didn't use it that often anyway and it's certainly not worth a hundred or so dollars out of my hard-earned money. I'll keep that for something actually substantial.
This is totally maddening. I can't stop wondering about where the FUCK I could have put the thing, but I use it so seldom that I can't even make a reasonable guess. Christ on a cracker. Make this shit go away.