Lost and found (not)...

Seems like something remarkable ALWAYS happens in my life. I was working late on friday and wanted to take a break after hours of brain-hurricaning(i just made that word up. Brain storming is old-school. Hurricanes are "in".)

So decided to blog. It was a pretty big post. I enjoyed writing each and every word of it.

It was around 10.30pm that my friend called. And i got out of the office to let her in. And that's when it dawned upon me that "Wow..you are locked out Mr.Girish Gangadharan!"

Remember...i haven't clicked on the "Publish post" button yet.

So...anyways, i and my friend were standing outside my office door staring at the door knob, wondering if i should be happy that i wasn't locked out of the building.

But guess what? Didn't matter at that point if i was inside the building or outside. Cuz, God dang it. I had all my stuff on my office desk including my wallet, keys and the most important of all, my CELL PHONE.

What would a man do if he were in such a situation?

What were my options at that point?

All offices in the building were closed.

Yeah...you know what? Screw it. I'll just go home.

Ohh...that's right. I can't. Cuz my car keys are on my desk. So i have to walk to my apartment.

Fabulous!

"It's less than 2 miles, Girish. Just walk. It's ok. This place is not that bad.

Even if someone were to mug you, you have nothing to lose other than your Walmart $5 shirt and $20 jeans (Not sure where i got it). Your wallet is on your desk.

They would just kick your cheap ass and cuss their fate that they picked an idiot to rob."

Fortunately didn't have to go through all that since my friend had a car. We drove back home.

Brilliant!

Ok...What next?

After you go to your apartment, drink some water. Play with Mia. Tell her what happened. If she sadly walks away into her crate, just understand that she is thinking in her mind "Why? Why God, Why Girish? So many beautiful families out there. Why let this idiot adopt me?"

Things just keep on getting better.

Alright...Now what?

Call someone from your office and let them know what happened and see if they can help you.

"Uh-Oh!"

What?

I don't have any of my colleagues numbers.

Why?

It's all on my cell phone and the phone is on my office desk.

When i screwed my car, the same day Mia tripped over my laptop and broke it's screen, i thought that was THE worst day EVER in my life. Well, apparently not.

Ohh...wait...wait...

I called Russ the other day to get Garret's number and wrote it down on a piece of paper before i saved it to my cell phone.

Hope!

Look for that piece of paper.

Drawers, Kitchen counters, bathroom, pantry, closet, Mia's mouth...

Nope...

Heyy...i just cleaned the drawers last night.

Tore the unwanted papers into pieces before i put them in the trash.

TRASH!

Now i have to go through the trash to find pieces of a paper that could possibly carry Garret's number.

Let's get to work.

Damn...that STINKS.

This is a nightmare. i just found atleast 500 pieces of paper of different size and colors.

Gotta fix the jigsaw puzzle to get his number.

Man...do i really have to do this? Is there anyway out?

Can i wait?

Can this wait?

Let me re-think my options here....

So..just when i'm staring at the trash can, wondering why i was blessed so much to experience all this, something fell from my shirt's pocket into the trash can.

WHOA!

What was that?

HOLY CRAP. That's my Samsung YP-T7 mp3 player.

Oh Lord! I just got it from Circuit City 2 hours back when i was taking a dinner break.

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??????????????/

So i have officially run out of choices now. I have to go in.

And boy...did i go in.

Took the whole garbage apart.

Found my playa! Unhurt. Un-scratched.

Now for the paper that had the number.

Ok...gathered all the pieces. Let's try to solve the puzzle.

20 mins later....

Solved the puzzle.

YEAH!

Got the number.

Here's the fun part. That was not Garrett's number.

It was a customer service number of some company.

I love my life.

Turned around to see what Mia was doing.

She was sitting there just watching me.

Awwww......

Yeah...no time for that!

Did i look under that laptop bag there?

Heyy...what's this?

WOW...This is the paper that has his number...

So..i never actually trashed it. Excellent.

Ok..lets call him.

Wait...what's the time man?

11.00 pm.

Not a good time to call a 26 yr old single American guy on a Friday night.

Desperate time calls for desperate measures.

Call him.

He's not answering.

Let's think here.

Who would answer their calls at this time of the night?

Umm..i would.

Yeah..But unfortunately you can't help yourself here.

Who else can I call now? I don't have anyones' number...everything is on my cell.

OK ok think Girish. Ah yes...my company's website. Contact information! YES!

Simple enough.

So I went online and I could feel the numbers at my fingertips. The music is playing of celebration! I'm almost there... SILENCE!

Login: xxxxxx

Password: OH Sh*$(#*$). I don't remember the password.

Never had to remember any password because my browser did that for me.

You know sometimes you it's very difficult to appreciate the concept of "remember password" option especially when you are in situations like this.

SIGH!

So I'm trying all the different passwords I've ever used in my life. Nope, not working!

Alright, alright. I will do the forget password thing and have it email me the password.

Ok, email sent.

Login to webmail.infoquest.com. User ID: XXXXXXXXXX Password: Holy Sh*$#(. Not again?!!

Well thanks to outlook I never had to login to the web interface to read my emails.

Now, I don't remember the password to my email login.

Fantastic!

Now what?

Alright, trial and error. Keep trying, keep trying, keep trying...

What tha? It worked!

Here's your password.

Alright. Finally access to every employees' phone numbers.

Ok. Who to call now?

Parag, first choice.

He answers...cool!

But he is in Bedford.

Wow...my luck.

Ok. Luis.

Location: Downtown Dallas.

Can't make it, sorry.

Damn it!

I hate to bother him but...Russ. Final option for the night.

Nope. Doesn't answer the call.

Alright, I give up.

I'm going to bed now. Wake up tomorrow morning and start all over again.

Next morning. 8:00 a.m.

Now trying to figure out who is up this early to call.

Tried a couple of numbers.

Finally! Mike's wife comes to the rescue.

Thanks Susan.

Problem solved. I'm back in business!

Back at my desk...ahh!!

Ok, remember I did not hit the "publish post" button to my blog.

I click and guess what...session timed out!

Lost my hundred line post. Vanished into thin air.

I love my life!

Until next time...

Happy living.