So. Let’s talk about the day I had.
I wake up this morning to discover that my Instagram account had been hacked. An email alert was sent to me at 1:45 in the morning stating that my password had been changed and upon trying to reset the password, I realize that not only had the password been changed, but the e-mail address that was associated with the account (my e-mail address) had also been changed, so there was NOTHING I could do to restore the account on my own.
After waiting nearly 8 hours for the security people to get back to me, my account was FINALLY back online. Thank the GODS because I was devastated at the thought of losing all of those photographs. Needless to say, all of the pictures will be backed up and I am going to make hard copies of all of the dearest ones.
My day starts with identity theft and ends with actual theft!
I found out about the account restoration while I was at dinner at work, so I finished eating, made a post, checked some accounts, and made my way back upstairs.
Now, my followers know that I work on a psych unit. It’s a locked ward. I sit behind a large desk. There is one drawer in this desk. That is where I keep my phone. Now, I’ll be honest, sometimes I take the phone out in quiet moments to check the time or my messages or whatever. But I ALWAYS make sure that the phone in back in my desk if I have to leave. Because I am pregnant I leave the desk with some frequency to use the bathroom.
So, after one of my trips to the bathroom, I come back to the desk. The drawer is open. I look in the drawer. My phone is missing.
I don’t panic right away, I check every place I would have left it or put it. But then I realize that the drawer was open and I NEVER leave the desk with the drawer open BECAUSE there is a large pair of scissors in that drawer. So I recheck the drawer and the scissors are still there, but my phone is absolutely, without a doubt, gone.
So I quietly inform one of the Clinicians that someone on the unit has stolen my phone. I am positive that it’s been stolen. Naturally, each person I inform thereafter questions me, but after the entire unit searching, it is determined that my phone was stolen.
The charge nurse calls a unit meeting, patients included, and makes it public knowledge that a staff members phone was stolen. She gives everyone the opportunity to come forward and no one does. We call the on-call Nurse Manager. She suggests a room search. The patients are made aware that if no one comes forward, a room search will be done. Security comes to the unit. An incident report is filed. Security gathers all of the patients into the kitchen to try once again to get someone to confess.
Then, Shelly, one of the nurses, asks me if I have “find my phone” on my iPhone. One of the clinicians says she has it on her’s and that I can use it to set an alarm off on my phone even though it was on silent and the vibrate was off. So we go into the back, I log into my app center from her phone, and we set off the alarm.
They dumped it in the fucking trash can.
Security then has to unlock the garbage and dig through layers of trash to get to my phone.
The charge nurse hands it to me, explains that this is a felony theft, and that when the person is found out, it could mean jail time if I decide to press charges.
How’s that for a Tuesday?
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