So last night, as I was leaving work; I noticed my ipod wasn’t attached to my backpack anymore. I walked back to my desk and searched everywhere for it. No luck. “Could it have been stolen?” I thought, “but how? And when?” After looking over every inch of my desk for the third time, I decided, it had to have fallen off in the van somewhere.
I said goodnight to the guards, and nervously walked to the van. I didn’t want to believe that it had been stolen, despite the fact that there had been numerous acts of vandalism and theft at the agency lately.
So I get to my van, and look everywhere for it. Again, no luck. “Did I miss a spot at my desk?” Not a chance. That ipod was gone.
So I go to sleep in disappointment and have this dream where I somehow find my ipod. Which kinda makes sense since that was the last thing I was thinking about. But then I wake up, and what’s next to the foot of my sleeping bag? My ipod! Kinda weird huh?