This weekend was good - I went up to Breckenridge for a retreat with a professional organization (Women in Design) I joined this year. It's a non-profit organization that was created to advocate for and educate women in the "built environment." That means female architects, engineers, project managers, and interior design professions mostly (the first two being professions in which women are underrepresented). I was drafted for the position of co-chair for communications. As I expected this might happen, you might say I volunteered for it. It will be a lot of work, but it'll be good for my resume, good for developing my management skills, and good for the community at large. It will not be good for my social life, but as that is currently non-existent, it appears to be no big loss.*
The main downer of the weekend is that I lost my cellphone somewhere up there. I discovered the lack just as I and the woman with whom I was carpooling were pulling out of the parking lot. We stuck around for another couple hours scouring the condo at which we were staying, my luggage, the route between the pub at which we ate and the condo, and waiting for the bartender to get in, in case the phone had been turned in after the management closed the office of the pub. No phone. We left contact info and I re-searched my bag when we got back, but still no phone. SO, I'm going to a Verizon store tomorrow to get a new one. The big bummer is that I really liked the design of that phone. [sigh] We'll see what options I have tomorrow.
Hope all y'all's weekends were fun!
* I realized later how self-pitying this statement is. The truth is, who knows what'll lead to me meeting someone I like who likes me back?
5 comments:
I hate to state the obvious, but have you tried calling you phone to see if anyone answers?
If anyone does, you can ask them where they are and make arrangements to get it back. If they won't tell you anything, then you'll know it was stolen and you can get the account canceled.
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Yes, I did call my phone, and it went straight to voicemail. I figured it might because it had been low on battery all weekend (Is there a corollary to Murphy's Law that states cell batteries shall be low on days when you need to pick someone up from the airport or when you go out of town?) so I had kept the phone turned off whenever possible.
Thanks, DII. I appreciate the thought!
The law is that cell phone batteries will be low when they are needed most. The lowest my battery has ever been was on the day of my car accident. I was even thinking at the restaurant, "Huh, guess I should have plugged this in last night."
Yeah, that would have been really helpful if I had, as I would learn about thirty minutes later....
How about tracing it through its GPS locator? Would the phone company do that? The police on TV do....
I'll ask at the store...
Usually the police are looking for a missing person when they trace through GPS, not a missing phone.
Plus, I might have had my GPS tracker turned off except for 911. You know, so I can't be tracked by The Man (or that's the default).
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