Hey kids.
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!
Sigh.
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.
Repeat.
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.
Rant and Roll 
I had my wallet stolen twice. It sucked. But I survived. So will you. I barely remember it now, just the vague “that was a pain in the ass” feeling. Don’t beat yourself up. It won’t bring our wallet back.
I can’t wait to read about miniskirts.
Yeah, I’m learning to let it go. My mom tells me I should do yoga so I can become more mindful. I don’t know about that, but reducing my spaz attacks sure sounds good.
I can’t wait to write about them!
And the best part is you made it through it all! I think we are all too tough on ourselves for mistakes – I am sure any level of gentleness on yourself was good for you! :)
It is a bummer. But if it ever happens again you’ll be so prepared for what to do! haha. Though it’s usually more of a one-timer which is a good thing. Hope that things have brightened up!
That’s true – I definitely know that I can take care of business quickly when shit hits the fan! But yes, I truly hope I never have to go through that again. SO annoying!
Things have definitely brightened up! Thanks for the lovely note :)
You can’t blame yourself — thieves be a crafty and determined lot. On a good note, you sound like you caught everything in time and now you get some nice shiny new plastic for your nice new replacement wallet.
And I doubt it has anything to do with your karma. I’d explain what I mean, but I’ve got to rush out and buy the homeless newsletter and delete a bunch of youtube bloopers from my Mozilla favourites list. :)
Lol! BEST comment ever.
And you’re totally right – I have to look on the positive side: I got to buy a nice new wallet and I will have all new cards. And nothing will make me give up videos of people destroying themselves on treadmills. NOTHING!
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That stinks. So sorry that happened to you.
I know right!? Urg. Ah well, live and learn! Today is a new day :)
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in love with your cat!
http://www.thefashionsecret.com – TFS Blog
Alas, so am I. She has be wrapped around her little, erm, paw?
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regardless uv whut happind, i (priddy mutsch) kawntinyoo to be Mpresst w/your vocab and how you say it. victorian palsy, indeed!
Haha, why thank you kind sir! Glad you continue to enjoy :)
I’m so sorry about your wallet! It’s terribly stressful!! The running around trying to right all the wrongs, replace the lost – it’s darn exhausting!
So glad that you have M to help you get past the crisis and chaos though. He’s worth his weight in gold, I have no doubt. :)
And seriously, stoked to see this post on minis!! That dress is rad!
Hugs, lady! Take care of yourself and don’t be too hard on yourself because you’re fab and wonderful!
It is stressful! And so, SO annoying. Ah well, it’s all water under the bridge now. Nothing to do but move on! But yes, I don’t know where I would be without M – with grey hair and a straight jacket no doubt!!
Oooer, isn’t it pretty? I ordered it online on Monday and I’ve just been told that it’s been shipped. Can’t wait to try it on!
Thanks for such a lovely note you beauty cat – you always know how to put a smile on my face :)
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Oh how horrible and it is an invasion of privacy when your wallet is stolen. I know I would have had a serious freak going on.
Yeah, not fun at all. But live and learn right? :)
So sorry that happened to you!! I’ve had my purse stolen a couple of times. It’s always such a hassle getting everything replaced. The first time it happened, they got my ID with my home address AND my keys, so we had to also change all the locks on our house. Don’t blame yourself. The only person who did anything wrong is the creep who stole your wallet. Karma will get him – or her – in the end.
Urg, it totally is the worst isn’t it? Such a horrible invasion of privacy and I’m so sorry to hear that you had to go through even more, what with your keys and the locks! What a bummer. In the end life does go on, and like you said – they will have to face their actions sometime.
Thank you so much for the lovely note :)
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