This is my beautiful and inspirational story on why I despise IT guys.
I am quite possibly an addict. Unfortunately, my drug has been scornfully whisked away from me, and that drug would be my iPhone 3GS. Of course this happened in February, but I’m still awfully plagued with my loss.

It all started with the new kid. I was eating lunch discussing the laws of borderline sexual harassment with my friends when my bus driver, an old Dutch guy, approaches me at the lunch table and informs me that there will be a new kid on my bus and I would have to be at the stop 10 minutes earlier. Absolutely terrible information to receive to begin with, right? RIGHT. I mean, NOBODY sane wants to wake up 10 minutes earlier.  Anyways, I nonetheless obliged and showed up at my bus stop Monday morning accordingly…Not.

I was to be at my stop at 7:40 AM.  I left the house at 7:41.
But in my defense, my bus driver is a super chill guy. It’s not even a bus, it’s actually a bus service, but the guy drives a minivan and picks up kids in that mini van. It’s pretty cool. And Unique.

So I get to my stop, and I check the clock ON MY iPHONE, and it’s 7:45. That was the last time I used my faithful iPhone, and that moment I took it for granted, a thought I remorsefully shake my head at.

I freak out and decide I’ve missed my bus, so I run home, throw my phone & PE bag in my bike’s saddle bag and run in my house to get money.  I yell at my mom, exit, and prior to mounting my bike, I feel around for my phone only to realize I had put it in the saddle bag.  I reach in… to discover a 20cm deep puddle.  My iPhone had sunken to the bottom.  Murmuring curse words to myself, I shoved the soaked phone into my ugg and started biking to the bus station.  At this rate, I was going to be tardy.

While biking, something I partially expected to happen occured:

I saw my school bus waiting for me.

Turns out, the new kid was starting to ride the bus TOMORROW. Oops.

I got to school and complained to my art teacher and recited the story I’ve just told you (it’s quite recited), and being the chill teacher she is, she told me to go to the IT guys and fix it while I can. Field trip!

So that I did. They suggested that I could put it in a bag of rice to dry it out, advice I REALLY should have taken, but offered to put it in the server room to dry out.  So I gave it to them, and they told me to pick it up in a week.  I thought it was a long time, but whatever saved my phone.

However, when I went the next Monday to the IT office to pick up my hopefully resurrected phone, the man said:

Oh, we lost it.

He’s kidding, right? I thought to myself… But he said he’d check. I waited for a long time (and actually missed my school bus going home, ironically.)

He came back to inform me it was indeed gone, nonchalantly. No big deal.  Not like it was his fault, right?

So for about 2 weeks I battled these guys but all they came up with in the end, even AFTER talking to my intimidating mother, was that they’re sorry that my phone got stolen.

The best part is that my mom refuses to oblige my need for my drug by replacing my phone, because this situation is, in fact, ENTIRELY my fault. So I’m phoneless.

IT guys were so smug about it, too. It was like they were secretly laughing at my “incidental misfortune”…

I really miss my phone. Also, I’m back! Hope you like the new layout.  Some of the links are still awkward, so I’ll fix that and we’ll be all set, ja? JA! :D

Am I the only one who hates IT guys? What would you do in my situation?  Do I deserve a new iPhone? I’d love your opinion…