my ipod has gone missing.
correction: i may have lost it.
last night at the gym was the last time i saw it. i brought it into the locker room, and i THOUGHT i threw it into my bag, which happened to be overflowing with my laptop, clothes, sneakers, and other crap from the rest of my day. i walked home, one of the few occasions where i DON’T listen to it while walking because the walk is so short, dropped my bag, and didn’t even think about it. (gossip girl was on, hellooooo) at some point i unpacked my clothes and my computer but i’m 99.9% positive i never took my ipod out because i knew i would be taking it with me to work the next morning.
cut to: this morning, i’m running late, and on my way out the door, and doing my usual last-minute check: wallet, phone, keys, ipod. no ipod. i dig through my bag. no ipod. i look in the bowl where i throw my keys. no ipod. at that point, i HAVE to leave because i’m already late. i suffer through an abysmal subway ride with no music (those subway cars are surprisingly quiet in the morning). when i get to work, i call the gym. no one has turned it in, but they take down my information and the girl on the phone offers me a sympathetic “good luck!” that positively RINGS with the sound of “oh poor you, you are never goind to find that thing.” i empty my bag. nothing. “it must be somewhere in the apartment,” i tell myself all day. i suffer through another miserable commute. come home, turn apartment upside down. ipod is nowhere. it is GONE.
caitlin has faith that it will turn up. i would like to think that someone found it and is going to somehow get in touch with me (my email address is on it, if they know where to look). i’m giving it until the weekend and then i’m buying a new one because let’s face it, i can not FUNCTION without music. but replacing it with a new one doesn’t change the fact that losing it is absolutely and completely devastating. maybe some people can just replace theirs with ease, but i can think of few worse things that could happen to me. i also would like to maintain my belief that new yorkers are decently good people. so pray for me? please?
