I'm sorry. I hope you find your camera.
On the other hand, this might be an opportunity to find a new, better camera! :)
Damn, but I was gonna take the sweetest shot of the flag on the front porch with the dusk moon in the sky behind it last night. Into the house I went to grab the camera bag from the sofa table. Not on the sofa table. Up to the bedroom to get the camera bag from the bedside table. I mean, out to the car where I left my camera bag. Err... what? It's not in the car?
Where the hell is my camera? I guess I left it at the office in my hurry to get out to that client meeting I was running late for. That's happened.
So imagine my minor panic when I opened my office door this morning and saw the blank spot next to my desk where I normally set my camera bag. Hmm. So maybe I really did take it home and just didn't look hard enough for it. I thought that until Donna told me she turned the house upside down on her dirty laundry hunt today and she hadn't found it.
That's when I started asking around. One guy at the office said he saw it sitting on the counter next to the sink in the mens' restroom yesterday. I made the familiar dash to the bathroom. No camera bag. I was beginning to not be enjoying this.
Building security was useless as usual. Now I was down to the kindness of strangers. In other words, I was screwed. It was the end of the day now and only a handful of people were left in the other companies on our floor of the building. But I started knocking on doors anyway.
The guys at the end of the hall who work at that company that I'm sure is actually a front for prostitution said they saw it in the bathroom yesterday at about 4:30. They even laughed thinking it was some kind of hidden camera stunt that they were way to savvy to fall for. So they had left it there.
The new people in the really nice offices had their door locked but the light was on. I peered through the crack in the frosted glass doors and knocked. An overworked intern popped his head around the corner and let me in.
"Oh, the receptionist sent an email around about a lost bag in the mens' room yesterday. No one knew anything about it."
He checked her desk drawers but didn't find it. I left a note asking her to call me if she knew anything about it. Dejected, I moved on.
The cleaning crew had made their way up to my floor now and their cart was blocking the entrance to the mens' room. I could hear Spanish being spoken. So I stuck my head around the corner. Perhaps the girl talking a million kilometers an hour into the cell phone while she mopped the floor with one hand had seen something last night.
"Did you happen to see a small black backpack when you cleaned up in here yesterday?" I said it slowly and loudly with gesticulation added for emphasis.
"No. No habla."
"A backpack. Right there?" I pointed. She knew what I meant.
"No, I didn't see nothing."
Hmm... I thought she no habla.
She went back to her cell phone and half-assed mopping.
Frustrated, I found an English-speaking janitor. I mean, one that wasn't pretending not to speak English. I explained my situation and he told me he'd ask the entire crew and get back to me in a couple minutes.
Which he did.
"They woman who cleaned the bathroom last night told me she saw it. She thought someone was still in the bathroom so she left it there. But I asked everyone to keep their eyes open for it."
BULL. SHIT.
"She told ME she hadn't seen it."
"She left it there."
Grrr.
"Fine. Thanks for asking around."
What I meant was, thanks for nothing.
I'm still holding out hope that someone else in the building found it and gathered it up. Of course, I won't be able to know that until Monday. In the meantime, if anyone sees a girl with a cell phone taking one-handed snapshots with a Nikon D40 at a pachanga... drop me an email.
Filed under - MiscI'm sorry. I hope you find your camera.
On the other hand, this might be an opportunity to find a new, better camera! :)
I think I would be having some sort of seizure right about now, if I were you! I hope very much that it shows up.
Maybe you need to look up some Spanish threats. It can't hurt right? Oh, damn, maybe it can. ;-)
Hope to find a good, happy "reunion" post here on Monday!
That same thing happened when I left my purse in a cab a couple of months ago. First, the had it put aside for me, then he didn't have it and had never seen it, and then he had seen it, but one of his customers stole it with their luggage when he dropped them off.
I don't think so.
Why are there so many good blog writers in Salt Lake City? Is it just too damn cold most of the year to go do stuff?
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, Pete!
You should have insisted on a strip search.
Or at least tossed her cart.
Good luck, man.
The camera thing sucks. Massively sucks big time.
But in other news... We're on Bossy! :) Go look!
(If it's not you, it's your equally good looking and very cute twin... who's wearing your clothes.)
As for me? I'm the dot directly above you. -What are the odds? ;)
An update: Still no camera :( Me so sad.
Happy to be on http://www.iambossy.com though. That's cool as hell.
I think I'd be ill if I lost my D40.
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I must admit, you've got a good idea here for building readership. I keep coming back because I'm worried about the damn camera. Maybe I can thwart the summer slump by losing something - like one of my kids. That should keep them coming back.
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