okay, as I was saying earlier, nursing my second beer and I haven't counted my cigarette consumption today...
So, my wallet was "stolen" last night. I cancelled everything that I could last night and went to bed early because I knew I had a million places I had to be in the morning to start replacing the contents of my wallet.
At 7:30 this morning I was the DMV getting a new driver's license. At 8:00, I was at the campus police department filing a report. At 9 a.m., I was the university identification card center where they wouldn't issue me a new i.d. card because I couldn't produce a copy of the police report, the police report won't be completed for another day or two. At 9:30 a.m. I was visiting my local Social Security office (because my dumbass kept my social security card in my wallet) and the nice federal worker there strongly suggested that I call all of the credit agencies on their handy-dandy identity fraud form to put a "red-tag" on my social security number. On my way home from the Social Security office, I had to stop by Blockbuster to cancel my current account and open a new one because my credit card is attached to that account. During all of this, I call my mom to update her to my progress as well as me to her progress. Apparently because the insurance cards were in my wallet, my dad has to put a "red-tag" on his ss#. Once home, I put out my calls to the "red-tag" people, then I sit down and slam out 5 new pages to my already too long thesis (this is an amazing feat, in and of itself, because I've had writer's block for five months). After work tonight, I decide to check my golf bag, just one more time (during daylight) for the elusive wallet, and guess what, it was there. So now, not only have I wasted almost my entire day getting new identification but I've sent my parents into a frenzy of defense. I doubt I will ever tell them of this layer of stupidity. I really don't think that I can sit through that lecture, I'm already beating myself up enough for everyone.
So, Lori, you can laugh all you want, I'm glad you were able to get a kick out of this fiasco. T, you cannot tell my parents or your parents, not that you would but...
I'm going to vegetate in front of the tv for an hour or two tonight and try to unwind.
So, my wallet was "stolen" last night. I cancelled everything that I could last night and went to bed early because I knew I had a million places I had to be in the morning to start replacing the contents of my wallet.
At 7:30 this morning I was the DMV getting a new driver's license. At 8:00, I was at the campus police department filing a report. At 9 a.m., I was the university identification card center where they wouldn't issue me a new i.d. card because I couldn't produce a copy of the police report, the police report won't be completed for another day or two. At 9:30 a.m. I was visiting my local Social Security office (because my dumbass kept my social security card in my wallet) and the nice federal worker there strongly suggested that I call all of the credit agencies on their handy-dandy identity fraud form to put a "red-tag" on my social security number. On my way home from the Social Security office, I had to stop by Blockbuster to cancel my current account and open a new one because my credit card is attached to that account. During all of this, I call my mom to update her to my progress as well as me to her progress. Apparently because the insurance cards were in my wallet, my dad has to put a "red-tag" on his ss#. Once home, I put out my calls to the "red-tag" people, then I sit down and slam out 5 new pages to my already too long thesis (this is an amazing feat, in and of itself, because I've had writer's block for five months). After work tonight, I decide to check my golf bag, just one more time (during daylight) for the elusive wallet, and guess what, it was there. So now, not only have I wasted almost my entire day getting new identification but I've sent my parents into a frenzy of defense. I doubt I will ever tell them of this layer of stupidity. I really don't think that I can sit through that lecture, I'm already beating myself up enough for everyone.
So, Lori, you can laugh all you want, I'm glad you were able to get a kick out of this fiasco. T, you cannot tell my parents or your parents, not that you would but...
I'm going to vegetate in front of the tv for an hour or two tonight and try to unwind.
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