I lost my phone at school. It wasn't in my drawer where it usually was. It wasn't in my purse. I wasn't on my desk. I wasn't in my bra (you ALWAYS have a pocket ladies.) It wasn't on the edge of the piano. Oh. No. Oh. NO. OH. NO. OH NOOOOOOOOO. I had left it on my desk and some kid was now texting everyone in my address book, or snooping through my messages. (Good thing I read and delete.)
I was concerned, but class was starting. No time to worry about it now. After school I did some SERIOUS phone searching. Still no phone! Just then my boss came in holding my phone. I stammered an idiotic thank you:
Me: Oh errr....thanks! I must have left it somewhere. I'm glad you found it....if this had fallen into the wrong hands......ha ha (weak laugh) I mean....ha ha
My Boss: Yes. Well. I did enjoy the picture of you holding all the school's money. Maybe we should talk about that?
Me: (horrified) oh yeah.....um.....that picture was a joke....I mean....not that the money is a joke...or that I joke about school money....I just.....well....Fernando and I were joking around.....and......
He let me sweat it for a minute. I stammered out more explanations. Then he smiled and said:
My Boss: I know Fernando told me.
And now me holding all the cash that paid for the choir tour last week, taken my Fernando my co-worker with my cell phone which I then left on his desk as I rushed to get back to class. I haven't held this much cash since I was a waitress living in a town with no bank.
(And for the record my fingernails were purple. NOT BLACK!)