Totally spoiled, I know, but that is how it is to belong to the privileged part of the world. The thing is, I have a personal valet. He follows close behind me wherever I go. He is in charge of my appointments and my bank accounts, he maps out the route when I am going somewhere, he even wakes me in the morning. If I feel creative he has most of my pictures and music in his archives and retrieves them for me to play with. Actually he knows everything that goes on in this household.
Then, on thursday night, he was kidnapped. One minute he was there, the next he was gone. I did not realize it until hours later, and panicked. Could we really trust him or would he share everything he knew with his captors? I immediately went out to look for him, no luck. I did not sleep well that night.
Early friday morning I went back to all the places I had been the day before, talked to people, emailed others, left my contact information, looked and asked, searched for clues. Nowhere. I went home to inform the police and the company where I got him. First I had to vacuum and prepare for the guest that were coming though.
And there he was. Mr. Android Samsung himself, hiding under the seat cushions in the couch, camouflaged in his black leather gear in the black leather sofa, safely asleep, out of battery with the sound turned off.
There is not much you can do to avoid your valets to take this vacations. For now, mine has got some tracking devices and stuff, and then I’ll see if he improve, I do not really feel I can trust him anymore.
From the untangling point of view I am worried though. I really did not like the way I reacted when he was gone, stressed out and totally unable to concentrate. What is this? Could it be that I have allowed my self to be too dependent on external memory? A part of the problem is having some valets of the Android family and some Apples, that absolutely do not talk to each other. The main problem, I think, is the way I store everything as if it was of equal importance, everything jumbled together. Which in turn makes me dependent on the memory, battery and compability of these devices for everything. What then of the few important bits of information that I could need when the electricity is gone, or my phone is lost or there is no coverage? Could it be an idea just to write it down on an index card? Trusting a valet that can disappear in a sofa, how silly is that?
In November I take part in the NaBloPoMo, in the BlogHer network. I post every day on “The Untangling Tens” what women do when life gets tangled. These are the ten tools that worked for those I have asked, what are yours?
All pictures in this blog are taken by me, Solveig Mjolsnes. Today’s pictures is from the calming walk at Summerland beach after I found my phone.