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deathpixie) wrote2005-11-10 04:37 pm
deathpixie) wrote2005-11-10 04:37 pm
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Shouldn't be let out of the house...
Ever have one of those days where you look at yourself and seriously realise today was not a good brain day? I've had one of those. Oh, don't get me wrong, it started well enough with the roomie and I heading down to the appropriate government offices to get my Social Insurance Number and for him to sign on for unemployment insurance. Managed all that without a hitch, and then headed back home, with a stop along to the way to pick up groceries and take away Japanese food.
That's when things started going downhill.
Somehow, during the walk home, I managed to drop my wallet. Possibly because my arms were full of box. But yes, dropped my wallet and didn't realise until we got home that it was gone. There was some frantic running back and forth between the supermarket and home, but unfortunately, no sign of it. The roomie did very well in reassuring incredibly panicky me that it wasn't irretrieveable a situation - in the course of asking me what was in the wallet, we worked out my credit card was the only critical thing, and that could be replaced with a phone call. However, given the time differences, it was best to wait until 6pm. I also remembered I had a piece of paper with the apartment phone number in there too, since I don't remember it yet and official people keep asking me for it. So, fingers crossed, it was picked up by an honest sort who would eventually try the number.
We settled down to wait. Josie and the Pussycats proved a good distraction. As did sushi.
Then, just as the movie was close to ending, the phone rang. It was a rather nice man called Jim who had found my wallet and was happy to give it back, if I went by his house which is about a fifteen minute walk away. Bry got directions and wrote them down for me and off I went.
Cue clueless attack number two.
I couldn't find the street. The directions I had were that it was the second street on the right off Jane, but there were lots of tiny little streets and none of them had the right name. Eventually, cranky, upset and cold, I stomped back to the apartment wherein the roomie kindly called up Mapquest and showed me where I was going. It was a street I'd seen, but dismissed as not having the right name - that wacky Gaelic spelling for you... He also showed me how to find the volume on his iPod which I'd borrowed, since the cluelessness was extending into technical objects. Still rather cranky, but with music this time, I stomped my way back and actually found the house. Jim did indeed have my wallet, all safe and sound and unmolested. His non-English speaking neighbour had found it on the street and given it to him to sort out. With lots of thanks I tucked my wallet safely away and walked home, much happier but still feeling like the World's Dumbest Person.
*sighs* It could have been a lot worse. Looks like the cluelessness wasn't too disastrous this time.
And now I'm going to take a nap. 'Cause I walked a lot today in a rather biting wind (my face feels windburnt), my nose is still running continually and I'm coughing like a TB ward full of patients and somehow I've twisted my back and it's aching. Possibly whilst coughing. It's also band night tonight and I need more sleep than I've actually had to not be a cranky bitch tonight.
That's when things started going downhill.
Somehow, during the walk home, I managed to drop my wallet. Possibly because my arms were full of box. But yes, dropped my wallet and didn't realise until we got home that it was gone. There was some frantic running back and forth between the supermarket and home, but unfortunately, no sign of it. The roomie did very well in reassuring incredibly panicky me that it wasn't irretrieveable a situation - in the course of asking me what was in the wallet, we worked out my credit card was the only critical thing, and that could be replaced with a phone call. However, given the time differences, it was best to wait until 6pm. I also remembered I had a piece of paper with the apartment phone number in there too, since I don't remember it yet and official people keep asking me for it. So, fingers crossed, it was picked up by an honest sort who would eventually try the number.
We settled down to wait. Josie and the Pussycats proved a good distraction. As did sushi.
Then, just as the movie was close to ending, the phone rang. It was a rather nice man called Jim who had found my wallet and was happy to give it back, if I went by his house which is about a fifteen minute walk away. Bry got directions and wrote them down for me and off I went.
Cue clueless attack number two.
I couldn't find the street. The directions I had were that it was the second street on the right off Jane, but there were lots of tiny little streets and none of them had the right name. Eventually, cranky, upset and cold, I stomped back to the apartment wherein the roomie kindly called up Mapquest and showed me where I was going. It was a street I'd seen, but dismissed as not having the right name - that wacky Gaelic spelling for you... He also showed me how to find the volume on his iPod which I'd borrowed, since the cluelessness was extending into technical objects. Still rather cranky, but with music this time, I stomped my way back and actually found the house. Jim did indeed have my wallet, all safe and sound and unmolested. His non-English speaking neighbour had found it on the street and given it to him to sort out. With lots of thanks I tucked my wallet safely away and walked home, much happier but still feeling like the World's Dumbest Person.
*sighs* It could have been a lot worse. Looks like the cluelessness wasn't too disastrous this time.
And now I'm going to take a nap. 'Cause I walked a lot today in a rather biting wind (my face feels windburnt), my nose is still running continually and I'm coughing like a TB ward full of patients and somehow I've twisted my back and it's aching. Possibly whilst coughing. It's also band night tonight and I need more sleep than I've actually had to not be a cranky bitch tonight.
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Oh, Canada.
It does happen here too. Sometimes. Once in a while. :)
And *hugs* for aching backs and windburnt faces.
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But very happy about the wallet return, yes. Even had the money still in it.
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And *hugs* about the sore back. Hope it feels better soon. And I'm sure you remember the time I missed my plane to Brisbane because I got the departure and arrival times confused, yeah? That was a much more expensive Stupid Day than yours ended up being. ;)
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(Anonymous) 2005-11-14 10:28 am (UTC)(link)*grins* See, I come to all lj entries late these days but I do eventually see them! ;)
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