It’s funny…

May 7th, 2007 – 9:08 pm
Tagged as: Life,Tennis

It’s funny how I get influenced to update on my website.

I have so much to say. It’s unfair. I really want to talk – but I don’t have the time to tell people.

I tell people information about what has happened to me in the last few days, in person, yet sometimes the people I talk to seems so insignificant, given the amount of detail I go into. So I don’t feel motivated enough to want to talk to people.

But I talk to people for a reason – to get it out of my system and at least have someone else know about it (however they interprete/feel about it).

It’s funny how people try make it look like they are interested (however genuine it may be).

I lost my phone today.

The first time I’ve lost something important. I lost it and then found out it was stolen. the reason for this post – it’s the idea of items being stolen. Items that have been misplaced and located by a stranger – only to realise they have the opportunity to take it without other people realising, it actually doesn’t belong to them.

From the moment I realised, it got me thinking about the apparent “way of life” and how people persue this. It makes me feel even more sad to know there are people out there who do not have the decency to hand something as important as my mobile phone, to a more responsible person within the situation it was lost, i.e. the bus driver.

It’s funny how a silk-white pocket causes objects to slide around/out, especially as one makes their way up from being seated.

I was on the top deck, four chairs down the back on the bus, on the right-hand-side. Having only realised my phone was missing after I exited the bus doors, I immediately chased the bus down, only to find the next stop (and last) was the city centre.

As frantic as I was to catch up with this bus, I didn’t stop to take a breath. This in turn triggered a few more thoughts.

It’s funny how adrenaline levels increase given the realisation of something important.

The “stuff” inside yourself that says “Oi! Keep going… NOW!” I just didn’t stop – no matter how out of breath I felt – I just had to keep going.

A journey that would usually take a walk of 20 minutes took a 6 minute run. However, it wasn’t good enough. I literally stood at the stop and noticed everyone that was previously on the bus, had now exited. Barging in front of a 15 person queue to get to the entrance of the bus, I asked the driver if anyone had handed in a mobile telephone. A Polish type accent simply responded as “No, nono, sorry.” Reaching the top deck I continued searching the seat I sat at.

While those on the top deck watched me, a girl kindly asked what the issue was and helped by lending me her mobile phone to give my phone a call. Ringing and ringing, no one wanted to pick up. Yet, the sound of the ringing tone simply answered the question that the phone was still active and someone had it. With no other options available to me, I gave up. There was no other way I could get hold of this phone. No one picked up. No phone sound on the bus. All was gone.

(On an extra note… the girl that lended me her phone, I accidentally typed in my number wrong (missed one digit) and tried to cancel it (didn’t know the phone’s interface that well – so I was struggling a little).

By the time I started to type it again, an incoming call was happening, which looked like the number I mis-dialled. Anyway, it was very confusing, so her friend next to her then lent me her phone, while the original girl who lended me her phone, was looking at what number was calling her.

I was really confused at this moment and worried about what I should do. During the time of typing my number on her friend’s phone, I was thinking about what could be done to retrieve my phone, only to realise I was pacing up and down the bus (towards the stairs, to the bottom deck), which kind of made the situation worse – she thought I was trying to run off with her phone!

Having realised this I apologised, yet she too, knew I was not intentionally pacing up and down the bus, making it look as if I were going to run off with her phone. But it was just that moment which, again, came to mind, even in the given situation.

It’s funny how one situation leads to another if you’re not careful.

I thanked the two girls for their help – I felt a small glimmer of happiness for helping me).

I headed back to the real reason I travelled from Gloucester to Cheltenham that day. Taking me 15 minutes to walk to the Cheltenham Ladies College Sports Hall, I felt like everything was lost. Studpily enough, I even nearly got run over :S (the green light changed as I walked half way across the wide, 4 lane road).

I didn’t know what to do. Ahead of me was several hours of coaching. Something that I did not look forward to anymore. Upon arriving at the tennis courts, I was only 5 minutes late and the girl did not mind.

It’s funny how (my) mood swings change within seconds of realising something that was a part of your life, has now gone.

I spoke to a few of the other coaches there who were in the middle of their lessons, explaining my situation, while sounding very depressed. It was only fair they did not complain (or report to my boss) that I was late for my lesson.

It’s funny how when you turn up for your lesson, someone else is taking it for you (that one made me smile at least!)

So with first lesson accidentally taken by another coach, I had some time off. I decided to give my phone one more call. Within those 15 minutes of arriving at work, this last go at calling, gave a response in the form of the operator answer machine voice, that “your call cannot be connected. Please try again later.”

That was the end of that. No more getting through to that phone as it simply meant the guy had removed my sim card.

I gave my dad a call using one of the coaches mobile phones. He was disappointed that I had lost/had it stolen, however, was not as angry as I thought he’d be (he’s the type that would warn you about everything before you step out of the house door, e.g. “Make sure you don’t leave anything behind when you leave your seat.”)

While feeling glum about the whole situation, a happy thought clicked. I beleived I had (a few months ago) saved my contact list to my laptop. That is to say – I have most my numbers available. However, at the time of writing this post, I still have not found that saved file. I am starting to have doubts that I didn’t actually save it, but only remember using the list on my laptop. That will be further to my shame : (.

Well, as lessons went by, I seemed to be happier.

It’s funny how I have a job that requires me to be a certain mood, regardless of the situation.

But, by the time I finished all my lessons, the time was approaching 7:20pm (I started work from 3:30pm). As I was walking off to the nearest bus stop (15 minutes away), a random car beeped at me. It was my coach friends from Gloucester. They stopped and I briefly explained what a nightmare of a day I’ve had. They offered me a lift to the bus stop I needed to wait at, where I was intending to catch the 7:46pm bus back to Gloucester, only to read the next bus was on the hour (8:04pm to be exact).

While the stop was literally next to the restaurant my friends were going to dine at, I said my byes, arrived at the bus stop at 7:30pm, but realised at 7:46pm (which is when the bus was suppose to arrive) that it was a Bank Holiday Monday and the timetable follows a Sunday schedule. So I had to wait 40 minutes for the bus, given the traffic too (there was huge roadworks happening which put a lot of delay to traffic coming from 3 different directions).

It’s funny how a day seems to ping-pong from good moments to bad moments, more frequently on a bad day.

Well I got home by 8:30pm and immediately called my network providor (o2), to report my phone as being stolen.

I was amazed to find out that they blocked the sim card straight away (which had all my numbers on from what I can remember) and issued a block on the phone itself to bar any sim card that is put in the phone from making or receiving calls. This now meant the guy could not see my numbers any more (as he took the sim card out earlier anyway!).

And even further to my surprise, they said they would issue me a new pay-as-you-go sim card with the same number! That made me happy. To know the guy that took my phone would now be landed with a useless (small) brick and to have my number back without having to tell everyone “my number has changed.”

It’s funny how technology can cause actions to happen within seconds.

The only problem I’m left with now is finding out the numbers that were on the phone.

Now where did I save that file?


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  1. James says:

    Man, what a day :( Mental man… fs, take more care on the roads ;P Ack. But that’s class of o2, glad you’re keeping the same number. No more silk pockets for Zedii. That was nice of the girls on the bus to lend you their phones. Strange day dude, ups and downs big time. Typical for our lives :)

    Comment made on May 7, 2007 @ 9:41 pm

  2. Tommmmm says:

    A lot of familiar feelings, but I’ve never relied on my phone like some people have. I did lose my phone once, the couple who found it dialed the number marked “home” and I got it back safe and sound.

    Comment made on May 8, 2007 @ 9:22 pm

  3. Hannah says:

    Hey zayd, what a day, stupid people stealing your phone. I know that if my phone was stolen i would b in a rotten mood 4 days. Have u found the file yet?

    Comment made on May 8, 2007 @ 9:36 pm

  4. Goooooooooooose says:

    Tonii lost her phone once.We didn’t realise till the guy who found it called the most recently dialed number. Luckily it was only two mins away. We gave the guy a fiver for phoning us. He didn’t want it, but we insisted.

    So Girls on the bus… HOT? or NOT? hehe

    Does this mean a NEW mobii for zedii?

    Comment made on May 9, 2007 @ 12:05 pm

  5. Zayd says:

    I have not found the file Hannah. I’ve searched everywhere, but it seems like I will have to start from scratch and re-build up my phonebook.

    As I rightly thought, it was only when I connected it to my laptop that my contacts appeared. But the program I used to read my phone did not save the contacts :(.

    *sigh* That’s 5 years of numbers gone.

    Nevertheless, while still keeping the same number (which will be delivered on Friday 11th May), it will at least be convenient to those who already have my telephone number, to ring me.

    Other than that, I can’t do much about it now – as James rightly said – that’s life. If only people were as nice as Tom’s situation.

    Thank you for the comments. I really appreciate them.

    And Yes Goose. Oh yes. They were hot.

    From what I know too, it just so happens that my contract has passed it’s 18 months, therefore I am liable for a new phone.

    If they don’t give me what I want, I’ll just have to put on the angry mode and threaten them that I will move to another network provider.

    Usually works! Need the voice though… Oh well.

    Comment made on May 9, 2007 @ 12:13 pm

  6. KarenC says:

    Its creepy because the same thing happened to me last week. I’d left my phone somewhere and someone had stolen it. Thank god o2 can quickly block the phones!

    Comment made on May 9, 2007 @ 4:36 pm

  7. Fiona says:

    owww zayd, i felt like i read tht without takin a breath lol. off the subject of stolen fones, i think u make a good story writer lol. i owe u a hug i think btw… neways heres my number – *DELETED*. i just had de ja vu!! ive been gettin that alot recently. i must hav been on this site before, and i dnt mean yes2day lol. neways i sound like a random, mental girl, everyone else has been more attentive (if thts the right word, i jus mean talkin about u and ur fone and not about random bollucks. i always talk about bollucks) but ye zayd, i feel for u, aaand we hav to meet up soon yarrrr!!! :D fiiiiii x x x x xx

    Comment made on May 11, 2007 @ 7:16 pm

  8. Nabiil says:

    wow, nice story zayd, that brings flash backs
    i’m currently in mauritius and i remember when this woman ( dont be surprised) came into our house and stole all my mums jewellry and two phone, what was even more shit was that we only discovered it half an hour later!!!!
    like dis hyperactive shit came all over me and i just wanted to jack our stuff off this lady, i called the no of the two fone and the similar c**p told me that the fone was un available.
    i found out later that the woman had her husband round the corner. shit , tell u wat i felt , i felt like … em …i shouldnt really express my “hyperactiveness” but u get the point.
    well anyway we got the fone and i guess its crap time for those thieving ass
    hope u get ur phone ( if u do , counting ur lucky stars)
    oh yeah one more question: the girls were HOT right ,did u fancy any of them ;)
    say hello to ur new phone

    Comment made on May 18, 2007 @ 5:36 pm

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