Its been a busy summer. Being away with the family has been brilliant, restful and funny at times. Except when my girl lost her mobile phone. Losing her phone had quite far reaching implications, good and bad. Good because it reduced her screen time to nothing. There is nothing worse than sitting at the table with two teenagers with their faces embedded in their phones – texting each other! All that social media stuff they interact with, photos of places and comments on their friends pages. Bad, the cost, how is she going to replace the phone (bank of mum no doubt).
The one main bad thing emerging from losing her phone is I can’t track her. This has always been a difficult issue, she had to agree that I can do it, and for me its a bit of a god-send. A god-send that I can see where she is, or should I say where her phone is. On holiday, it was the first time we felt confident that she could go out in the evening to the local town, or onto the beach. Being able to track her gave us the security of knowing where she was and if she was on her way home at the agreed time. We also do a lot of cycling and she is fast. Tracking her meant that we were able to check she was on route and where she had stopped to wait without having to call her all the time.
This tracking malarky has often inspired interesting conversations in the Just Company office. One fear we have is if we were to lose a client, especially one who may have poor memory. If they had a phone or a GPS tracking device then we will be able to locate them in no time. There are so many devices out there, who knows which one is the best, real time and detailed. It is certainly something we are really considering. Not sure how some of our clients would react to us asking them to have a ‘pebble’ in their pocket.. It’s an ongoing discussion.
The upshot of my daughter losing her phone went like this… She went to the beach for a late evening swim. We met her and she told us her phone had run out of power, thinking back we should of said we would take it for her so she did not lose it. Anyhow, she went for a swim, watched the sunset and came back in the dark. When she got back she realised her phone had dropped out of her pocket. I could not locate it on my phone as it had no power. She retraced her steps with a torch to no avail. She got up at 6am and again retraced her steps, again nothing. That was it phone gone, time to be nice to the bank of mum, do all the washing up and be the best daughter ever. The day after she lost it we left the Atlantic coast and continued our travels North. Sitting in the front of the car, bored, I had a quick look on ‘Find my Friends’ the tracking app. To my utter surprise her phone was a flashing blue dot in the town we had left 6 hours ago…. I called the phone, no answer. I sent a text saying to pick up when it rings, nothing… So I phoned the place it was flashing at and asked had a phone been handed in. YES!!!! Someone had found it on the beach, charged it up and handed it in.. We had her phone, but how were we to get it back? I remembered some friends were holidaying in the same place, called them and asked if they would pick it up, bring it back to England and send it on, Ok they said.
Phew my daughter was now able to slip back into her non washing up, social media junkie teenage existence. I am all for tracking devices now, just so long as its consenting, appropriate and for the right reasons.