I was tearing my hair out

I was panicking.

Me.

Calm, serene, laid-back me.

Panicky.

Frenziedly going through every room.
Upending every handbag onto the bed.
Rifling through drawers.
Searching every jacket pocket.

I knew it had been in my mini backpack.
But now it wasn't.

I couldn't find it anywhere.

My camera.

Lost.

Half-heartedly I phoned the chemist, the post office, I'd been there yesterday.
But I knew that if I'd left my camera on a seat anywhere in the mall, I'd lost it forever.
Anyone picking up a perfectly good camera equipped with a 2GB memory card and new lithium batteries, wasn't likely to hand it in.
It happens.

I phoned Coles, where I work.
"Hi ------, it's me,
Has anyone handed in a camera?"

"Yes there is a camera here, can you describe yours?"
"Canon powershot A460; silver with a blue streak"

Hallelujah!! It was my camera!!

I'd left it on the shelf next to the lockers in our locker room upstairs and my supervisor had found it.
Mentally smacking myself, I put my shoes on and hurried to Coles as fast as my little legs would go.

Oh, the relief!
My precious little Canon is once more right beside me.