4 April 2001
Beautiful
"Oh my god."
--Me, on learning that my bag had been found.
Whoa.
I keep losing and regaining my faith in humanity so quickly that my head is spinning.
I got home from my midterm this morning and there was a message saying that a grocery store had called, they'd found my bag...
...with everything still in it.
I am shocked. I am amazed. I am most of all baffled.
Wallet. Cash. Credit cards. ID. Palm Pilot. Palm Pilot GoType keyboard. Camera. Notebook. Neuro book. Keys. Checkbook. Paycheck stubs. Phone bill.
I am missing a tin of Penguin Mints, and a lipstick.
I can deal.
Wow.
This all just happened. I'm still in shock. Pardon the short sentences.
Last night what I realized I was the most upset about was the class notes, and lost In Passing entries, both of which were on the palm. Important lesson learned; backup my palm more frequently.
There are a bunch of people I need to thank for coming to my rescue in one form or another when I was panicking.
Thank you to my friends and dear ones who calmed me down, sorted things out, loaned me money, loaned me neuro notes, drove me to get said neuro notes, gave me hugs, and took me out for dinner and a pint.
Thank you to the waitress at Raleigh's, for not carding.
Thank you to the friend who lives in my building and got the maintenance manager to change my locks.
Thank you to my Neurology professor, for being kind and understanding and offering to weight my final so that this midterm counted less, since I couldn't study much.
Thank you to the guy who believed my story and made me a new key for my place when I couldn't get in, before the locks were changed.
Thank you to the grocery store employee who found my purse, and to the manager who called every person listed in California who had any variation of my name, trying to find me.
And thank you, all of you, for your sympathy and comiseration and support, both here and through email. Special thanks to the guy who offered me his spare palm pilot. I might have been robbed by a stranger yesterday, but today it was the kindness of people I've never met that helped me along.
Oh yeah, one more thing.
*Psssst!*
Hey, universe! I want all this drama to stop happening to me. I'm ready for a period of quiet existance. No more drama with work, family, friends, love, or worldly possessions.
Thanks, I'd appreciate it.
--Me, on learning that my bag had been found.
Whoa.
I keep losing and regaining my faith in humanity so quickly that my head is spinning.
I got home from my midterm this morning and there was a message saying that a grocery store had called, they'd found my bag...
...with everything still in it.
I am shocked. I am amazed. I am most of all baffled.
Wallet. Cash. Credit cards. ID. Palm Pilot. Palm Pilot GoType keyboard. Camera. Notebook. Neuro book. Keys. Checkbook. Paycheck stubs. Phone bill.
I am missing a tin of Penguin Mints, and a lipstick.
I can deal.
Wow.
This all just happened. I'm still in shock. Pardon the short sentences.
Last night what I realized I was the most upset about was the class notes, and lost In Passing entries, both of which were on the palm. Important lesson learned; backup my palm more frequently.
There are a bunch of people I need to thank for coming to my rescue in one form or another when I was panicking.
Thank you to my friends and dear ones who calmed me down, sorted things out, loaned me money, loaned me neuro notes, drove me to get said neuro notes, gave me hugs, and took me out for dinner and a pint.
Thank you to the waitress at Raleigh's, for not carding.
Thank you to the friend who lives in my building and got the maintenance manager to change my locks.
Thank you to my Neurology professor, for being kind and understanding and offering to weight my final so that this midterm counted less, since I couldn't study much.
Thank you to the guy who believed my story and made me a new key for my place when I couldn't get in, before the locks were changed.
Thank you to the grocery store employee who found my purse, and to the manager who called every person listed in California who had any variation of my name, trying to find me.
And thank you, all of you, for your sympathy and comiseration and support, both here and through email. Special thanks to the guy who offered me his spare palm pilot. I might have been robbed by a stranger yesterday, but today it was the kindness of people I've never met that helped me along.
Oh yeah, one more thing.
*Psssst!*
Hey, universe! I want all this drama to stop happening to me. I'm ready for a period of quiet existance. No more drama with work, family, friends, love, or worldly possessions.
Thanks, I'd appreciate it.