E@L's Phone Takes a Taxi Ride: Part 5
Just what I needed.. Stressed out at work trying to do
3 5 very non-stop-talk-and-brain-work intensive things (training for 3 mutually exclusive groups, plus organise a couple of demos, plus answer some critical emails) all at once in the last few days due to an inordinate confusion of schedules (etc..) which left me the only (staff!) person in the office as well... don't ask, I don't blog about work!
Mind you it is the first stressful period in my employment here in four years, so I shouldn't really complain given the enormous salary (that I am pulling from the desperate grasp of a clutch of starving Singaporeans apparently).
Plus I had to tidy the place as I have people coming over to stay tomorrow night as they are moving house, and I haven't called the p-t maid to make sure she can come clean the place up tomorrow... Plus I was quite depressed by the abuse and threats of harassment from ultra-tedious person TheCitizin on a previous blog post... Plus I have guilt related pressure of not being able to assist in some family issues (another ultra-stressed family member) due to said work-place time-consuming stress... Plus just the plain time-and-energy-consumption of the face-to-face training for 5-7 solid hours per day that has already been going on for the last 10 days ... Plus being exhausted due to the effect the antibiotics and painkillers I am still taking... Plus the draining and depressing effects of the still PAINFUL and unhealed wound on my left foot 5 WEEKS after surgery...
In other words I am already fucked. Ultra-fucked. I didn't need any more.
Anyway I fell fast asleep in the taxi home from work today. Zonked. Gone. I plugged the MP3 player in and that was all I wrote, except to write that I put the player in my shirt pocket and moved my phone to my pants front pocket....
So when the taxi lurched to a halt and I squinted and grunted awake, wiped the spittle from the corners of my mouth, paid the taxi driver (with spittle drenched notes) and I moved upstairs, I collapsed on the bed and went straight to sleep again...
I was due for dinner at a friend's. I awoke at 7:20. Fuck. Where's my phone? Not in my pants pocket. Not in my back-pack. Not on the bedside table. Not on the dining table.
I went over the place twice. I'd come in and gone straight to my room, straight to bed, where else could it have gone? Nowhere.
I called my mobile on my house phone: the call went straight to my voice-mail service. The phone is off.
Fuck. It's in the taxi.
I called my friend on the house phone, to let him know I'd be late and wondering if he'd been trying to get me. He said another friend who was also coming over for dinner to his place had tried to call me earlier and had spoken to a Chinese man...
That'd be my taxi driver.
I called another taxi. At my friend's place, he called Singtel and handed his phone to me, and I put a stop on the SIM card. As it is a work number I will have to get a letter and chop from work before I can get a new one tomorrow. I still have several phones in the house, so as soon as I get the card no (not much) problem... But... still...
I'll call Comfort tomorrow too: maybe I'll get the phone back - it's a 3G Nokia E61i, which I quite like, plus I am going to Japan next week...
This is my first lost phone for over two years. Other have disappeared in taxis in Taiwan, Hong Kong (x 2) and Phuket.
I just got home from dinner now and I am too shagged except to vomit this depressing news at you all. Four hours of more training to give tomorrow morning, then a demo in the afternoon, plus find time to pick up the new SIM card and then my friends and their young kids coming to stay and Izzy's lost vibrator is still on the bench in the spare room...
It's just a pain in the arse. Losing the phone and all the stress I mean, not the vibrator; that's quite pleasant actually.
And I need something pleasant in my... my life right now after the royal rogering fate has given me over the past few weeks.
...not counting the excellent fun of the junk trip and instant party at E@L GHQ last weekend. The sight of Milos teaching someone under the table to play chess while Rammstein blared at full volume... Priceless.
OTHER MONKEYS SAID
Wow... I am reading the hatemail now...I am so jealous.
So I hope Uncle Taxi driver will return the phone to you today, since he obviously knows the locale of E@L GHQ?
Make sure you get up to a lot of trouble in Japan E@L, but you need to get assurance from your current hosts that you are going to allowed back into the city/state. I think the natives are getting restless at your perspective. Oh, I forgot, they are not native there at all!
I will not question the actual meaning of your comment on Izzy's vibrator being quite pleasant in reference to arse!
The only thing i remembered was bishop is to move diagonally... or am i wrong..
See, you really do need that steak. ;-)
Or maybe sino man has the answer...
E@L if you need a steak let me know and I will go down to the Queen Vic Market to get a big fat juicy Rump or Porterhouse, then email a photo of me eating it to you. No, sorry I will freeze it and send it up via airmail in a ziplock bag.
That would arrive still healthy wouldn't it?
Now that's kinky.
Sino: phone has been returned! NICE taxi driver! I pick it up tomorrow! Vibrator? arse?? surely you read too much into my humble prose...
Jude: two forward, one to the side.
Batbitch: need more than steak...
Sino: grab one of their bratwursts and suerkraut rolls for me as well and eat it on a chilly morning (like aren't they all?)... Steak? Is that all? Aren't you offering something else? I think Batbitch was?
Batbitch: Indeed! I am surprised a mild mannered Melbournite would ever contemplate such outrage. Maybe if he was from Sydney it would be explained...
But of course. ;-)
And I'm not talking baked potatoes.
And you might not want to write off that vibrator so fast...
E@L you are hardly going to get an increased offer from me. I think that a steak from Melbourne is always a generous offer. Anyway, as you said they probably have decent feed for you in Burswood.
As for the chilly mornings that global warming thing has probably limited them to a few months only, although it is still summer down here. You do remember places away from Singapore have different seasons don't you?
BatBitch: spuds weren't on my menu either, but I was joshing about the vibrator.
Sino: Seasons? Vague memory... I call variations in weather "travel".
~gasp~ never josh about a vibrator. That's sacreligious.
As for the other ...
I'd say a full course meal is called for. ;-)