The Friday after Thanksgiving I flew back to the city where I go to school. We’re on the quarter system, so school’s already out, but I came back in order to work. Anyways, my flight got in at 6:30pm and from the airport I went straight to working a 10 hour shift. 

Now at work, we usually listen to my phone because I’m the one with the kick ass Pandora station. When a co-worker asked me to plug my phone into the jack I realized that it was missing. No one was playing a joke on me. I didn’t leave it anywhere I had been, and it wasn’t in the taxi I had just taken. I figured that it must have been at home on my desk by the money for the taxi I was getting. So I waited my shift out and when I got home it wasn’t there.

I told my parents it was missing and told them to give it to Monday to show up… someone might have found it. The whole weekend went by and finally on Monday I got an email from my dad saying that a lady had answered and said she would drop it off where I work. I was excited. I thought this whole thing was behind me.

On Wednesday night she came into my work, a night I don’t work and said she had a phone for someone who worked there. My friend Jack said, “Oh yeah, Cat’s looking for her phone. She’s not working until tomorrow, but I’ll give it to her then.” The lady looked at him and said she wouldn’t give it to anyone but me and promised she would be back the next day. The same thing happened on Thursday about an hour before I went to work. She then said she would bring it by after church. It never happened.

Now, I have worked two days and have gone an entire week without my phone. I wished she had just dropped it off like a normal person so I could have it by now. Part of me thinks that she wants a reward for it, but I will not give her one because I would do and have done the same thing for other people. 

I’m going to wait it out one more day in hopes that maybe, just maybe she will return my phone to me. I really need it back.