I've been known to have my share of all-nighters, but right now I'd just as soon be asleep. It's about 2:11 AM here, according to the trusty timepiece at the corner of my KDE session, and about 1:40 or so I heard what I thought was my cellphone ringing.
In a panic, I awoke immediately and stumbled half-asleep, in the dark, into the office, where I had my cellphone on the desk. It wasn't ringing. I picked it up, fumbling, and activated the keypad. Nothing -- no missed calls. But how?
I ran to the bathroom for a couple of minutes, emptying out a bit of last night's Mackeson XXX from my system, and crawled back into bed. Then I heard it again -- my cellphone was ringing.
Visions of either an early delivery for my sister or a hurt family member in my mind, I was faster this time, I'm out of the bed and into the office. Except it's not my cellphone. Listening again, I hear it from downstairs. It turns out that Beth changed her cellphone ring from the previous "vaguely pleasant pan-Atlantic island music tone" to the more standard (and louder, since she couldn't really hear the phone that well) "loud ringing" that I have mine set to. It was her phone that was ringing.
I get downstairs just a moment too late to answer it, but I check the missed calls list, and there have been four missed calls. "Shit," I think, "someone must really be hurt or something." Except when I check the number, I don't recognize it.
Anyway, long story short, I call the number back, can't get through, and then a few minutes later they call me back again. "Hello?" I ask. "Is Rick there?" "I'm sorry, you must have the wrong number. There's no Rick here."
The woman was deeply apologetic for waking me up at 1:40 in the morning, and it seems like an honest mistake, but still, it scared me to death -- I'm not used to getting calls at all, especially not that time of night, and I was terrified that something had happened to someone I care about.
Maybe a glass of milk will help me to get back to sleep. Yeah, that's at least worth a try. Thankfully I don't have to be at work until 11:00 tomorrow -- that's eight and a half hours from now. Sheesh.
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Sorry about changing my ring tone without telling you. The old one prompted some snickering and lame jokes from the dorks at work. So, to prevent having to explain to the security officer how my fist got rammed up their nose, I changed the ring tone. ;-)
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