So this happened. But before it did, I was on the ball. I had to get up early and get blood drawn, check. Get to the bank and get a very close to due bill paid, check. Should have known something was amiss when I thought I left my phone at the post office. I felt for a moment that things were going too well, and as Han Solo often says… I had a bad feeling about this.
I nearly panicked when it wasn’t there, turns out it had fallen out of my hoodie’s pocket and landed in between my driver side seat and e-brake. Sighing a hefty breath of release I made my way to work. My bad feeling subsided, and I went about my day.
Fridays are pretty frantic at my job, and today was no exception. I had to do transportation, which means taking two clients on separate runs to their respective day programs. It’s a good way to kill two hours right off the bat, except this time I had to rush back for a meeting, and I needed to stop for gas first. After filling the van up, I went to use the bathroom and that’s when disaster struck. As soon as I reached for the toilet lid, my amazing Galaxy Note 4 decided to go for a dip in the drink.
That’s exactly what it felt like. Like most Americans I am practically hard-wired to my phone. It’s literally an extension of my brain and hand. It’s how I connect with work, my husband, my family and friends. It’s how I schedule my days and plan my weeks. It’s a part of me, and now it had spent three long seconds submerged in nasty Sunoco toilet water.
So I tried in vain, hoping it didn’t get too wet. I held it to the car heater the whole way back to the home. I put it in rice- I’m sorry, that just does not work, please stop putting forth false hope, people. And rather than getting mad, I tried to think of a plan. I could get a replacement cheapo phone for a bit until I could afford to pay the deductible on my insurance and get it replaced. I dropped 80 bucks on this Kyocera thing which is… just alright, it’s an Android and it will do for now. But, the SIM cards weren’t the same size.
I started getting antsy because I had no way of contacting my husband to tell him my phone was cooked. I emailed him from a coworker’s phone but I hadn’t heard back. Like most people these days, I don’t remember phone numbers, and I didn’t have his written down. Google search was useless. I couldn’t find a 411 site that didn’t charge you a monthly membership. And on top of all this I had clients to look after, so all of my attempts to solve this quandary took place in the broken moments between helping them when I had a few seconds or even a minute to devote to coming up with a solution.
I was finally able to take one of them to the Mall where I went to a T-Mobile store and got help getting my temporary phone activated. I lost a few contacts that weren’t saved to my old SIM card, but hopefully my old phone can still have the data pulled off of it. It turns on but the screen doesn’t want to stay on. At least for now, though, I have my mechanical hand again.
Through it all, I realized something. I stayed in the moment. I wasn’t happy about being cut off from the world or having to shell out for another phone, but this was only temporary. The idea that this event was some type of epic doom didn’t enter my mind. I had bigger priorities in the moment (my clients, who are my chief responsibility) and my biggest concern outside of that was getting in touch with my husband to let him know I was okay.
Once I got the new phone activated and I was able to talk to him, the stress left me. I finished the night in almost as great of a mood as I began my day. My Note 4 will be replaced, and I’ll be much more careful around those damned toilets. I’m grateful for teachable moments like this, and for being able to be mindful and take things as they are instead of catastrophizing like I have so much in the past.