My Cracked Heart

My birthday is this Saturday and I thought I'd buy myself an early present -- a new phone!! Well, a replacement phone because this happened to my iPhone yesterday.  

My co-worker took this with her phone -- she's not so great with the concept of focusing

I was in the bathroom at work (not using my phone while on the toilet) when the cleaning lady accidentally knocked my purse off the counter, my phone flew out and cracked against the tiled floor.

It broke my heart and made me realize just how dependent on my phone I am.  I was absolutely distraught yesterday and didn't know what to do with myself.  I don't actually know any of Dan's phone numbers...or anyone's for the matter, so I had no way of contacting him to meet up after work.


Luckily my phone still worked so I used it, broken shards of glass and all, and did my best to read through the cracks.  I'm pretty sure I now have a tiny glass shard in my eye...from touching my eye afterwards, not from pressing my face up against the screen.


I went to the Apple Store this morning; I was able to buy a replacement phone at a reduced price and while the process was rather painless, it wasn't something I wanted to do.  Breaking my iphone screen was a huge bummer as I did the same thing to my iPad screen less than two weeks ago.  Still have to get that fixed...

So lessons I've learned from this incident:

1. Write phone numbers somewhere.  I was still at work so I could have easily called from my desk phone.
2. After touching tiny shards of glass, wash hand thoroughly
3. Don't leave my purse on the edge of a countertop
4. Back phone up more often if I plan on keeping my life on it.  

Do you rely entirely too much on your phone?  Not having a phone became almost like a survival situation for me -- my Hunger Games if you will.  I felt lost -- how am I supposed to find anything without the internet or google maps?  It was pathetic really, but I guess that's just the world we live in now.


Hope you had a better Tuesday than me.


Alex & Arthur

Saturday Cleaning Pt.2 - The Box of Sadness

 

So as mentioned before, I got quite a bit of cleaning done this past Saturday and found some really cool things.  But alas, it was not all fun and games.  I found something horrible buried in the back of the closet -- something I had tried to forget about.  Let me tell you about the incident in a blog post titled "Saturday Cleaning Pt. 2-- The Box of Sadness"

Ahem...

Once upon a time there was a beautiful mushroom teapot that lived on the site Modcloth.  It was a very desirable teapot and a lot of visitors came from far and wide to view the beautiful vessel.  Unfortunately, the teapot could only belong to one individual so a race ensued to see who could capture it first.  A visitor by the name of Alex won over the lovely teapot and hoped to soon welcome it to her home.  It was the first victory for Alex and she was understandably quite excited.  

"She's too excited!" thought the evil C. Post and he intercepted the teapot on it's journey to Alex's condo.  With the mushroom teapot in his hand, the evil C. Post raised his arm above his head and flung the ceramic container to the ground smashing it into a thousand pieces.  He then placed the shattered teapot back into it's traveling case and sent the vessel on it's way.  Alex came home one afternoon and found the teapot's traveling case nestled on her doorstep.  Excitedly she opened the case but reeled back when she saw inside.  "WHHHHYYYYY!!!"

I purchased this teapot from Modcloth only to have it arrive in a hundred pieces.  I was so excited to add this to my new home (I bought it around the time we first purchased our condo) plus it was the first time I had ever won a Modcloth vintage item.  So bummed when it arrived destroyed.  It was the fault of the delivery people as Modcloth clearly marked that it was fragile and it seemed to be packed fairly well.  

Modcloth was super cool about the whole incident, very apologetic, and refunded my money right away.  I had kept the smashed teapot with the intent of gluing it back together but there are too many tiny slivers to do that.  I guess I should part with it...I don't need it staring at me as a constant reminder of what could have been.

I'm sure it'll be a long time before I win another Modcloth vintage find.  Hopefully the next time I can actually enjoy it.

Have any of you ever won a vintage item from Modcloth? Have a similar parcel delivery horror story?

Happy Monday

Alex & Arthur