I recently had the distinct misfortune to misplace my cell phone. Yup. I lost the darn thing. As I searched frantically to find it, one day gave way to two days, which gave way to a week. For those five days it seemed like I was unplugged, out of touch, dejected. It was awful. Getting a new one turned out to be quite a pain in the patootie as well, as I quickly learned that my wireless carrier’s customer service was apparently trained at the same place as my last accountant (the Proverbial School of Un-Accountability).

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