i lost my ipod touch. well, maybe it was stolen. i would like to shift the blame on someone else, but i admit to a horrible habit of misplacing things. my nonexistent memory plus all of the crap i hoard means i just have piles of lost things surrounding me all of the time. i’m pretty sure my bag is bottomless.
but…i emptied my bag. it wasn’t there. that’s the last time i remember seeing it, in the bag. i had wrapped my headphones around the touch after getting off of the elevator on friday morning. i tucked the touch into my bag and placed the bag under my desk. then a couple of hours later, i unplugged my headphones to listen to obama’s speech without disturbing the neighbors. the touch dropped back into my bag.
then an entire department finished moving up to our floor and i was bouncing around trying to get work done, admittedly not always keeping watch over my bag in my cube. when quittin’ time came around, i went to gather my things and plug my headphones back into my touch. it wasn’t there. my wallet, my other wallet, my meter, my third wallet, my tablets, my water bottles, my phone, my everything-but-my-touch.
i rifled through my desk, my pockets, scoured the floor, flipped through goddamn files, and thought that magically the touch would appear back in that spot i already checked about five times. so i checked again. i gave up about half an hour later, tweeted my grievance and left the office.
up until today i didn’t think about it. there was the open to watch, dark clothing to buy, and a macbook for me to use instead. on the bus ride home i couldn’t fall asleep, and normally when that happens i pull out an ipod to listen to music. or, since june, to write. i never used my touch to its fullest potential, but oh how i used the notes application. i wrote so much and never stored it anywhere else (another bad habit of mine). hours and hours of restless bus rides, a couple of projects started, one actually going somewhere…poof.
poof.
completely self-inflicted poof, but a poof nonetheless.
i miss my touch because all i did on the bus ride home today was watch northern new jersey crawl by and think thoughts that i won’t ever think again.
where did my touch go?
