Lost: One iPod, One Mind, One Temper

I can’t find my iPod.

I did have it at about 10 this morning, sitting happily in its little radio at work. And I didn’t have it at 5 when I got back from a meeting and noticed it was gone.

And now I am so mad at myself because I am so forgetful and so unsure of myself that I can’t say for absolutely certain that I didn’t move it. But I’m pretty sure that I didn’t. I always put it back in its little case when I take it out of the radio. And it was still there. I didn’t go anyplace that I would have taken it. It certainly doesn’t appear to be in my office, in my car, in my bag, in my house…

But where else would it go? Nobody at work would take it, and nobody remembered anyone odd being in the office all day.

And, of course, I have no raving idea what the serial number is. And all the links (Why must I Google when I know no magical internet answer is going to solve my problem? Why?) are, of course, utterly no help.

I am so sad. I’m so upset that it’s gone, so worried that there’s a thief somewhere, so guilty for thinking that there’s a thief somewhere, and mostly just so angry with myself for not remembering for certain and for letting this happen at all.