Where the hell is my wallet....
That is the thought that went through my head this afternoon as I was searching every belonging and nook in my room/apartment. I was in a rush to leave, because I had a job interview and still needed to print off a resume which I needed my WALLET for.
When I finally gave in to the evidence that it clearly wasn't in my possession, I wanted to cry. The thought of never finding my vital cards in this great big city almost swallowed me up. Instead, I scanned my brain to figure out the last place I used it.
Duane Reade? YES!
What I had done with it after I bought those tampins (yes, "ins") and chocolate? (cliche, much?)
I had gone back to work at the Marriott Marquis and gone into the bathroom. That's where it must be!!!
So I gathered all the stuff I did have and headed to the Marquis.
Praise the Lord, they had it!
Son of a......all the cards were stolen out of it. Luckily, my driver's license was still in there. Getting a new ID would have majorly blown. The dirty whore who stole my shiz took my debit card, my old Utah debit card, and the Mastercard Debit Gift Card my dad and step-mom had just sent me for Christmas. What she (I'm assuming it was a she since I left it in the ladies bathroom) didn't take was my TJ Maxx gift card. You thought you got everything? Well, joke's on you, bitch! I'm gonna go get myself a discounted something.
Apologies for the language, I'm annoyed, but mostly at myself.
Good news is, my interview went really well and I'm 92% hired.
UPDATE: I'm now 100% hired. Huzzah!