Where’s my mom?
July 31st, 2008 by Sarah Morrison
I shouldn’t be in charge of anything. I wouldn’t lend me your car, child, pet, or life savings. I am unable to keep track of me. Where I am, what day it is, what I am supposed to be doing, who you are. If my friends or coworkers were polled and asked to reveal the one thing that comes out of my mouth the most (insert Steve Aoki sex joke) they would definitely make a Steve Aoki sex joke and then add, “Anyone seen my Blackberry?”
Due to the amount of activity my Blackberry receives, I have it on silent at all times because it “stresses me out.” So locating it, is quite the task. I lose my keys and wallet just as frequently; unfortunately they have no discernible ring, vibrate, or even flashing light option.
Blah blah blah. The most frequent thing I lose is my debit card. Probably because of its size and flexibility. It is not as large as a Blackberry, pack of cigarettes… or Olivia. It tends to be removed very easily from my wallet and never returned. It ends up in pants pockets, in bras or panties, or on the back of toilets. Usually, gone forever.
I started a new bank account in February. I have lost my debit card probably five times since then. I have been surprised by their enthusiasm in sending me new cards. Each time I call, they are so nice and accommodating. No one accuses me of Alzheimer’s or a drinking problem. They just say, “We will mail it out tomorrow!”
But last week sometime, I noticed I was no longer in possession of what may be my 5-8th debit card and was sorta like oh shit. I’ve had a bunch of cash, for the past few weeks. I haven’t even sorta used it or looked for it whatsoever. I can’t even begin to try to retrace my steps, to figure out where and when I lost it.
I was too embarrassed to call the bank again. There has got to be a point where people start judging. There is always a point where people start judging.
Then BAM! I dropped my phone underneath the seat in Olivias car today. I reached and reached and couldn’t find it. So I had to open the door get all up under there. And there it was, my freaking debit card!
Oh and my Blackberry too.
Lesson learned: I am not sure.
What I took away from the experience: Look for my other Marc Jacob’s shoe in Olivia’s car!
I hate losing shit; I may be a tad OCD. Can you be messy and OCD? Either way, I can be your personal watcher of things. Actually, no, that’s a bad idea. The ONE time I lost things, it was my two friends’ phones at a club. These guys stole it and started calling me to…I don’t know, and they were speaking fast Spanish and yah.
Never mind.
This comment was pointless-sorry.
Does today feel like Friday to anybody else?
this happens to me eveeeery week….misplace everything, my credit cards, my money, my cell, days of the week, my car, my keys, conversations, memories etc etc…i tend to tell some of my best friends storys thinking they happened to me( im with him A LOT)of course, until he corrects me. Sometimes im talking to ppl and instantlly forget what im saying… i dunno, maybe i have something …
good to know were not alone
ps.
sorry for my english,
i dont speak it every day
Mom’s are kinda like Blackberries in that when moms yell your name, it’s like the ringer on your phone.Now all moms need are flashy lights.
olivia creates verbal sentences where things like “being in charge of you” or like “taking care of Sarah” comes out of her mouth.
I pay rent. i mean she cooks? i dont. i eat what she cook when handed a plate?
I play with her cat?
Damn…where do you bank? My bank gives me the 3rd degree when I ask for yet another replacement.
i never loose my blackberry because it is glued to my right hand. lol
tonight: o my god! somebody stole my purse! grab that dodgy looking asshole at the door!
my purse was in my backseat.
you look super cute in that pic=)
sounds like my ass. i would lose my head f it wasnt connected to my body.
wait, did you just call me large? and i totally just lent you my car and my pet for the weekend! My car has lots of magic powers, once my exbestfriend lost her wallet, accused our roommate’s puerto rican friend of stealing it, and then found it in my car. she sucked.
@ Rue, yeah, I am OCD and messy, but only in certain places like my room. I am really hygenic, but messy and drop, lose or leave things around a lot. However, at work, I am ridic organized and clean, everything has a place. That I am proud of ’cause my boss thinks I am a superstar. I’m glad she can’t see my room though.
Also, when I used to smoke a lot of weed, I would lose EVERYTHING all the time, everyday, every second. Now, I am more clear and organized with my stuff, spesh, since I’ve been going to the gym. I feel as sharp as a tack.
you need a personal asst. or something.
I do the silencing of the blackberry too….not because I have hella friends or anything but b/c I get a bunch of really stupid emails (from like..urban outfitters and blockbuster) and it goes off every minute or so. I guess I could take myself off of those mass-email lists but I’m much MUCH too lazy. On the rare occasion that I actually do have to locate it, it proves to be a much more difficult task than anticipated.
Oh and PS being a personal assistant is actually my dream job so hollerrrrr if you ever need one! j/k…or not?