Falling Down

For those of you that received my email asking for your phone number you probably already know I had one of those weeks. If you are interested read on. Our company had our big user conference and I've pretty much been working the past 12 days strait. Everything was going fine till Tuesday night. After all day at the conference it was time to attend client dinners and after parties. I must have been in 6 cabs in total that night. Unfortunately my phone slipped out of my pocket in one of them.
The fun started when the cabbie left a voice mail on my dads phone. He must have seen the recent calls list. He left a nice message saying that he had the phone and that I should call to pick it up. I'm thinking sweet, I'll hand the guy a $20 for his inconvenience and I'll be back in action...WRONG! I wake up the next morning and I'm calling my phone like I'm dialing for dollars. I'm talking 100's of times. I give the POS (piece of $h#%) all day thinking, "maybe he works the swing shift." By Thursday morning I knew something was up. I logged into Verizon and saw that my used minutes were through the roof and that the last call he made was just minutes ago. Ok, now it's personal. I sent text messages saying that I would pay him for the phone, no luck. My last message went like this; "You have 5 minutes to call me before I shut the phone off and notify the police." No Luck. So I had to go down to the Verizon store and buy a new phone which was not cheap.
So of course I'm angry and looking for vengeance. All kinds of evil illegal devious thoughts fill my head of what I'd like to do to the guy. But the one I will carry out, and is 100% legal will be the most painful to him and people he knows. You see come Monday, I will receive a list of every call he made, phone numbers and all. Now I would like to report the phone stolen and turn the list over but the SFPD will do nothing, they can't even investigate murders let alone my stupid phone. Instead I will search every phone number on the internet and see what I can find. Then I will enter it into every solicitors phone bank that I can find. What's worse, a fine from the police or 10 solicitors calling you a day? Where I was the jackass this week, he will be the jackass for months to come. Just think of the picture above featuring me, with a laptop and a mouse instead of a briefcase and shotgun.