My phone got stolen last Saturday.
A day which will live in infamy.
Before you put judgement on me, lets talk about it first.
I was a man on a mission last Saturday. In spite having just an hour of sleep after coming home from working night shift – I had to drag myself back to my old apartment that morning to meet with a buyer of an old bed that I have no interest in keeping. So I had help out in loading that shit up on their truck and send them off. I envisioned them calling me back after 2 days once they realized that the bed they bought is not ‘hump-proof’.
I came back to my new apartment to grab some lunch, rest for a while and catch a nap or two. I’m like your good ‘ol grandpa. I love taking naps. Anywhere, anytime.
I decided to get the rest of my shit from the old apartment to the new one at around 10pm, hoping that the elevator queue at the lobby have already chilled out. It didn’t. Anyway, I went there and asked help from some of the ‘padyak boys’ to help me load my stuff on to the truck I rented. Two padyak boys gladly helped out (with the expectations that I’m going to pay them once we’re done). Fine. That’s a given.
So we loaded stuff onto the truck for about an hour, and since I am a gentleman and a jolly good fella – I decided to give them a break and bought energy drinks for everyone…even the douchey truck driver who wasn’t really helping out in loading the stuff. You can’t go wrong with COBRA energy drink. (endorsement deal please).
After a short break, we got back to work. I got tired of carrying my wallet and IPhone 4S around me so I placed them inside one of the cabinets that I’m also selling. I casually lay down my phone and wallet there – trusting that after all the kindness I’ve shown to the boys who were helping me out – no one would even think about stealing my shit.
On our way to the new condo, I was already thinking about where I put my phone. I knew I placed it safely inside my old cabinet but I was also thinking that maybe I put it on one of the backpacks that was loaded. I was dazed and confused with all the stuff that’s going on. The moving. Lack of sleep. Tired. Hungry. I just wanted this logistical nightmare to be over.
Once done, I paid them and send them off. I wanted them out of my sight because I can’t concentrate on finding my phone. After checking all my stuff and actually going back to the old apartment to check the cabinet where I last placed it – IT WAS NOT THERE. Fuck. My heart was already pounding at that point. Almost all of my shit are on that phone. This is not the first time I lost something that important – I lost my Nokia 3310 when I was 19 years old but I just laughed it off. But this one STINGS because I had important stuff in my daily adult life wired up to that lil fucker. So it was, to say the least, heartbreaking.
How did I know that it was them who took it?
Well, who else? There are only 4 people there. Me, the (2) padyak boys and the truck driver. I have ruled out the possibility that it was the driver because he never went inside the apartment – he was just standing outside, watching us while smoking his lungs out. The padyak boys however, they were people I just met minutes before we started hauling my stuff. I didn’t even asked for their names. I mean, what could go wrong right? We’re just loading some stupid stuff. Why would I bother to do a full body frisk before and after we’re done? It’s like telling them ‘hey man, I really need your help but I don’t trust your face, so please bear with me as I conduct a full body search on you later when we’re done’.
I had the phone blocked and got myself a temporary phone so I can still use my post-paid plan – but maaaaan, this will really hurt me in every little way imaginable.
I already miss whipping out my phone to play Plants vs. Zombies whenever I feel like it.