"Stop what you're doing, you don't want to ruin..."

I have spent the better part of the past twenty-four hours in a panic. Armaggeddon happened, but I seem to be okay.

You see, I discovered that my phone charger went missing. My phone's battery only lasts a couple of days -- way shorter than the life of a normal cell phone's battery. It was a non-issue, until now. So I searched and searched the apartment, and my car, and I am 99% sure it is not here. I am pretty sure I didn't leave it at Brendan's -- where I charged it on Wednesday before I went to Michael's. The only thing I can think is that maybe it fell out of my stuff at Michael's and that I left it there?

Today, I went hunting for a second job -- the mall was packed though, I'm going back tomorrow so I can do it without interrupting business. I'm thinking Starbucks, Seattle's Best Coffee, Ann Taylor Loft or maybe Dakota Watch Company. Anyways, while I was there I mentioned my phone situation to my friend Sherea and she suggested I seek out Damon at his job at the Verizon store not too far away.
So I did.

And Damon is my hero. I have a new battery which, so far, is holding up much better than the old one. I also mentioned my desire to purchase a car charger later, and he's going to help me out with that on Tuesday -- inexpensively I might add. Friends in high places, guys! I like never see him anymore so we also got to catch up a little bit. A good time was had in the Verizon store today.
On Tuesday, I should also see about getting wires so I can upload things from my phone to my computer, because I don't think it came with them.

Anyways, I texted Michael and he said he'd look for it after he gets home from work. He's the bestest, isn't he? I'm hoping he'll find it and I can go down and get it tonight. Note to self though: if given the invitation, I should probably resist spending more than the five minutes it will take to get my charger with him -- just for this whole "I need to accept that we've had our thing and move on" process.