Feb 11, 2011

iPISSED


Salutations, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Internet.

Many of you who've read my blogs for a long time now or who have seen my Tweets on Twitter know how much of an obsession I have with my iPod touch...or should I say, I HAD. Yup. It's gone. LONG gone...and has been since December. Lost it while at Church one Sunday morning. I had it in my pocket (Which I don't USUALLY keep it in but I just stuffed it in there because I was rushing to the Choir stand) all that day. I Got home, was too tired to take it out and went to sleep for the night. We had a Concert that day. So, the next morning, I go in my suit pants pocket to get it and Charge it. Wasn't there, OK, cool. Went to the coat pocket, wasn't in there, either. So, now my heart is beating out my Chest. I damn near turned the house inside out, upside down and every which way but loose trying to find the damn thing but NOTHING. Even after I calmed myself down, I looked EVERYWHERE for it. After I finally came to grips with the fact that it wasn't in the house, I called my Grandfather, who works down at the Church, and said "Pop, I lost my iPod in Church. Did you happen to see it anywhere"?. He said "Nope. But I'll look again". I called my Auntie who I rode with that day and asked her to check her car and she said she would. I'm pretty sure she DIDN'T cause she's like that. Went down to Rehearsal later on that week, retraced my steps....NOTHING. So, I just basically gave up all hope of getting it back.

I'm pretty sure one of those Thievin' niggums at the Church got it. There's been reports of A LOT of shit disappearing from the Sanctuary from Jackets to Choir Robes. I've been using the mp3 player on my phone at the moment until (by God's grace) I find the iPod touch I lost or get enough money to get a new one. I used the damn thing for EVERYTHING from emailing, Tweeting to listening to music. But I don't think nobody will be able to get in the email accounts because they don't know the passwords. Don't think I ain't change em', though. Livid doesn't even BEGIN to describe the emotions I felt. But now, I'm cool. I'm still a little pissed because I'm pretty sure whoever found it KNOWS me and KNOWS it's mine because they saw me with it all the damn time. Oh, well. Maybe next time, I'll just lock the damn thing on me. Lesson Learned.