Oh For Fuck Sakes.

Just a caution- I did not watch my language like I usually do.

I had such a nice weekend. I really did. It was really busy, and I didn’t see much of my Glugster, but it was a lekker weekend.

The knucklehead and I even had a fabulous evening out last night. I figured that since I had a bit of cash- which I haven’t had in months- that the knucklehead and I should go and have a bit of a date, just us two. We scooted off to Montecasino and window shopped and had coffee and browsed in Skoobs and saw a movie and made fun of people walking by and went on an arcade ride that was like being on a rollercoaster… We didn’t argue or anything and we really had an awesome evening. We have had a really good few weeks at home, with him thinking before he speaks and handling tricky situations really well and us not fighting, and last night I told him as much while we were out. And I told him I was proud of him and that my Glugster and I had noticed a change. It was one of those perfectly timed moments and it was good.

Then as we decided to head home I stopped to go to the loo. Sadly I can’t hold my Coke like I used to. My phone was just about to fall out of my pocket so I put it on top of the toilet paper dispenser, I didn’t sash it “safely” because my bag was hanging on the back of the toilet door and was out of my reach. When I was finished I grabbed my bag, washed my hands and left. The knucklehead  and I strolled to the car while he had a cigarette and as we left Monte I realised my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I asked the knucklehead to check my bag but I knew I’d left it behind. We turned the car around and I ran to the bathroom, but as I knew it would be my phone was gone. The cleaning ladies hadn’t seen anything- or claimed not to have seen anything- and the security guards didn’t know about it either.

I was furious with myself for making such a fucking stupid mistake.

We set off for home again and I called my Glugster on the knucklehead’s phone to ask him to try calling my phone, just in case by some miracle someone would answer and say “Oh hi! Yes! I found it! How can I return it to you!?“. He called several times with no answer, and it then the thief turned it off. Fucking bitch. I hope you slip and fall and MY phone takes your fucking eye out.

When I got home I called my service provider and got them to block my number, and I will now have to go through the schlep of doing a SIM-swap.

Oh joy.

And then to make matters just a wee bit more interesting, I remembered that we chose groceries and fuel over insurance payments when my Glugster was unemployed, and since we’re still playing catch-up we haven’t reinstated it yet. And no, I do not opt for the insurance on my service provider’s contract because I have always had seperate insurance. So no “easy” replacement of my beloved BB Bold 9900.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

I still wasn’t dreadfully upset because I still had my old fucked up BB Bold 9700 stashed in my drawer as a back up for just in case, and since I backed up my Bold 9900 just last week I was just going to get a new SIM & reinstate the backed up information. No problem, right?

Right.

Except that- long story short- I don’t have my old fucked up BB Bold 9700 anymore…

Marvellous.

So now I’m going to be paying off my BB Bold 9700 for the next 18 months because I opted to take a phone that I couldn’t have for free on my contract. I will be paying for a BIS service on my contract that I can’t use. I do have a business phone for my baking, and will be using this Motorola something or other because it can accommodate 2 SIM cards, but I won’t be online very much because I won’t pay my service providers mobile internet fees.

If any of you have me as a BBM contact I suggest you delete me completely as there is the possibility that whoever took my phone will be able to wangle use out of it even if I blacklist it.

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