TGIF?

My day was going so well today until about 5:12 pm today when i realized that my wallet was missing/stolen. There has been a history of items (wallets, purses, flash drives) that have gone missing from our office/conference room and I don't remember if i left the wallet somewhere or if it was actually taken. Yay first week of work...

The thing about discovering it at 5:12 pm is that if you know a school district, 99% of the people were gone for the weekend already. I couldn't backtrack my day because offices were locked and I had no money to pay the toll to cross the bridge and get home ($3 to be exact and i had no ATM card, credit card or cash to my name). I finally saw someone in the hallway and borrowed 12 quarters that were on his desk. Thank god boys do nothing with their change.

To add salt to the wound, i get a call about 5 minutes after I get into my car and find out that i didn't, again, get the great apartment i applied for last night. Apparently, since my roommate was in Africa and he couldn't meet her, we got passed. Also apparently, he couldn't verify my employment because the district phone number is so convoluted.

To add more salt to a growing wound, 5 minutes later, i was merging lanes to get to the bridge and some idiot woman about my age in the passenger seat of the car i was trying to merge in front of starts yelling out the window. it took a moment to realize that she was yelling "you little f**king whore!" at me. Apparently, she had no idea that it was a merge (that's why there are two lanes and ARROWS drawn on the road smarty) and thought i was trying to cut in. I was in such a bad mood already, i rolled down my window and yelled, "ever heard of a merge? that's what the arrows are for!" i wanted to add "and don't call me a whore. you don't know me and i refrained from calling you one despite how you look!" but by then i was happily in front of her in the lane.

2 minutes after that, i'm on the phone cancelling my credit cards, when i deal with a foreign operator with a bad connection, who after i tell him my wallet was stolen twice in the conversation, asks, "and ma'am, was your wallet stolen?" just like he was reading the next question in the checklist in front of him. Poor man, i almost blew up at him with all my displaced frustration (okay, so maybe i did, just a little).

by the time i'm on my next credit card cancellation call, i'm across the toll booth and we are merging lanes onto the bridge. guess who but the idiot lady zips by me in their car while she's yelling more expletives at me with her cigarette dangling in her hands. I believe she varied it up and instead of whore called me several different versions of bitch. i promptly rolled down my window and yelled something like "up yours!" before i realized that i was still on the phone with the credit card operator. i'm so classy.

Anyway, just had to vent a little about my icky ending to a good week (and still no apartment!). off to another open house now, actually. wish me luck!