So, Yesterday...
I lost my phone yesterday, and I figured that would be about the end of the story. I lost it, I found it, or someone else found and returned it. You know, phone stuff. It happens. Alas, no. That was only the beginning of the story of yesterday.
As it turns out, my phone had slipped out of my pocket when I was walking my new pupper. She is adorable, and I swear that I love her more than anything, but she's also still being house-trained and so has to go outside all the time. She is the reason I've been bone-tired for just over a week as of yesterday, and so part of the reason I didn't notice my phone had slipped out of my pocket. Not nearly the entire reason, not by a long shot, because I can be forgetful and oblivious at the best of times, but she played a small part in it (on two levels). I still love her, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
So, I lost my phone. No big deal, of course. I go back out to find it and realize that it's not anywhere along the walking path I took, or where I sat down (which would've been the most-likely places for it to fall out). So, someone picked it up, right? Of course they did. It's the fourth (MURICA!), so I figured whoever found it would contact the landlords tomorrow (a.k.a. today; I live in a big apartment complex), or I'd go around and post a flyer or two. Send a lock signal through Google. You know, the usual. I'd have my phone back by the weekend at the latest.
There's a catch though. Google can't find my phone. It goes straight to voicemail. Nothing is coming up for anything I know how to do (I worked at a major cell phone company for a while). Okay. Whoever has it turned it off, or it ran out of battery. I gotcha. Fine. No big deal. The flyers will help and such. I go to the grocery store to look for some things my roomie needs to make dip.
Don't know what one of the things on the list is. No idea at all. Look up and down five aisles. Nothing. Flag down a rep, he doesn't know either and says he'll go get someone who does. So I wait. And wait. And wait. And eventually I turn around and there's dude walking out of the store, talking to someone about something, but still no one to help me after a good fifteen minutes (because I'm patient and was trusting people yesterday). At this point, I give up on waiting and on getting help and I scan the aisles again, this time managing to find what I'm looking for. There are four different types of what I was looking for an no indication which one I was supposed to get. So, I got 2/4 and decided she could live with it since it wasn't specified.
Trouble are over now, of course. Just need to wait to g-
NOPE. Around 19:30 (7:30 PM for those who use that other clock format), I get an email. "Thank you for your purchase!" it says. "$100 has been charged to your account."
What the bananas.
So, at this point it occurs to me that not only did my phone get picked up by a grape in the neighborhood that would break into a phone they found, but that this particular breed of guava also likes to use said phones to charge for things to someone else's account. One might call me a fool for having believed in the goodness of people up until that point, but, you know, most people are just fine. They're not the kind of folks who do that (in my experience), so it happened. I still don't fully know how given the lock codes and everything I sent, but that's beyond the point. I trusted, and my trust was not just shot to dragonfruit, but now I had a whole other set of issues to deal with.
I get ahold of customer support, suspend the line, contact the fraud department, they direct me to customer care, customer care can't do anything until the charge actually hits the bill. Turns out the charge was through Google Play for a Home Depot gift card, so I contact Google. Nothing on my account, support guy call me "Tyler" in chat despite my name appearing as "Tyr" on every single message I send to him. Not even paying attention, apparently, but the charge isn't on my account, he says, and it doesn't seem to be, so good. So they used their account to charge it to my bill. Awesome.
My pupper pees on the carpet.
Remember when I said I loved my dog? I do. I swear by everything I have ever sworn on that I love that dog more than anything else in my life right now. I even named her Corazon (Spanish for "heart", though I call her "Cora" for short), because she's my heart, and I've only had her a week but I fall hard and fast, especially for puppies. I'm soft like that. Anyways, she peed on the carpet while I'm talking to three people at once (because I wanted it solved fast, and I can juggle that many conversations if two of them are chat-based). It was close to her walk time (though it should've still been twenty minutes off, so I think I need to walk her more often to get her trained faster, which is going to cut into my sleep even more), and I know she's just a puppy and can't be blamed but I was not in the kind of place where I could deal with that. Luckily, a friend was over and cleaned up after her while I finished talking to everyone.
I'm almost definitely not getting my phone back at this point. In fact, I've pretty much given up on that, which means buying a new phone. The phone was a few years old. I'd finished paying it off about six months ago, so no more insurance on something totally paid off, so nothing to cover the cost of a replacement. No old phone. Just get to go and add more money to my phone bill a year or two earlier than planned. Which, you know, not the worst thing ever, but I was enjoying having that extra money every month (which I mostly put into savings, because momma didn't raise no fool).
Everything finishes up and I'm tired, and I'm exhausted, and I decompress by detailing a short situation in my head where I track this person down and, at the end, bad things happen to them. I don't punch a pillow, because I don't want to associate getting mad with punching things subconsciously. I don't scream, because I live in an apartment complex and I'm not that kind of neighbor. Also, I don't have the energy to scream at this point, since I've been up for about 19 hours. I take Cora for her bedtime walk, she's very good about that, and then I have to figure out how to set alarms on my computer that will actually wake me for her other walks throughout the night.
And, again, that should've been it, but in the morning when my roomie gets home from work she says that the charge means I need to contact the police, and she forgot to walk Cora when she came in because she's tired, so there's another accident. So I call them and the way they talk to me it sounds like nothing's going to happen, but I reported it anyways, with my retainer still in because I didn't have time to get it out before rushing Cora outside. And then it was cold and wet when I got outside and I just wanted to break down when Cora pooped (it's okay to say pooped, yeah? I don't usually talk about it, but I figure everybody poops) and it apparently was tied to her insides by a string I couldn't see or something, so when I tried to remove a hanging piece it hurt her, which I'd never encountered in almost twenty years of owning dogs, and it broke my heart to hear her whine. So, I learned a new thing while feeling like what I was trying to clean up.
And then there were a lot of other little things like tiny glitches, and fireworks upsetting my cat, and other people not cleaning up after their dogs, and cold food, and wrist bites that broke the skin (she's teething, but she bit too hard during play), and someone took a mostly innocent comment I made and blew up at me for it, and, and, and...
Anyways, to make a long story short I get to go get a new phone later today now.
Yay...
TL;DR Edition: Tyr's phone was stolen yesterday and his heart peed on the floor twice. Tyr doesn't trust anyone today, because yesterday he used it all up, but it's not personal. Spelling and grammar were not checked, because this is a vent, even if it's as long as an essay.
TL;DR for TL;DR Edition: I just wanna go home and sleep.