Today I am bummed out. You see, yesterday, sometime betwixt the hours of two and seven, some crafty bastard stole my wallet.
DAMN YOU CRAFTY BASTARD!
This – this gives me a major sad. Like, the biggest.
So the majority of today was spent stressing over the fact that someone was sure to steal my identification, ruin my credit score, apply for EI in my name, and sign me up for membership in the CPC – THE HORROR!
As such, I spent a significant amount of time on the blower with Visa to cancel my credit card, waiting in line at ICBC to get a new driver’s license, shooting the breeze with Service Canada, getting a new debit card, applying for a replacement for my CareCard, etc, etc.
Urg. This kind of thing really, really stresses me out.
And as such, I take it as a good time to beat the ever living crap out of myself.
Seriously, just crown me Miss Flagellation 2012 and call it a day. I’ve earned the title.
It goes a little something like this:
First, I cry. Huge, heaving sobs wrack my body like some 18th century Victorian palsy. Once I’m sufficiently exhausted, my skin is consumed by a clammy, cold sweat, while the last of my fat teardrops slide down my cheeks and off of my chin.
Then I spaz.
I pace. I rant.
I blame myself for not taking better care of my stuff. I berate myself for not being careful enough; I chalk it up to bad karma for not buying the homeless newsletter, or for laughing at all those blooper videos on Youtube.
Then I start to make up armageddon scenarios in my head, and play them over and over again – for both M’s and my pleasure.
Of course all of this drives my poor husband up the wall (nay up all the walls.) He is already so busy with work that his threshold for my ravings is rather limited, particularly those that are only precariously balanced in reality (and that too may be up for debate.)
I am so lucky to have him in these silly (but very real for me) times of crisis.
He is the calm to my storm.
He talks me down from the ledge, and has a really brilliant way of not only helping me laugh at myself, but also being kinder to myself.
This is a great thing.
And the good news? None of my cards were used, nothing was stolen (other than my lovely little wallet that I loved.) I don’t ever carry cash, and everything is replaceable.
So while I am still bummed out, I’m working on taking it easy. And it’s getting easier.
Today I was going to write about mini-skirts.
I’ll save that post for tomorrow.
However here is a slight teaser for something that makes me less bummed out, and well, very, very happy:
So remember – same bat time, same bat channel! And keep your eyes peeled – this be bat country.