No new shoes for me
"Fortune, fortune, oh who decides thee?"
Ok, not a legitimate quote (I don't think) but it is something that has been on my mind as of late. On the eve of celebrating my 26th birthday last week, I arrive home with dinner in hand ready to drop on the couch and relax for the precious hour before bed time. I had been running around all day doing errands for a special event and I was exhausted. Walking up to my front door, I am searching for my keys in my huge work bag (my friend was with me and he had been driving my car all day) and there are no keys in sight. I search my car...nothing. Does my friend have my keys...no. Does my apartment manager have a key to my apartment...no. My regular keys are gone and my only two spare keys are sitting in my apartment on the kitchen table. $200 paid to the locksmith later, I am wondering how fate brought me to the moment where I am handing over my birthday money to a man who only worked for 20 minutes on my door. Let's just say, I am in the WRONG business.
So, after being seriously ripped off (I mean, $200 translates into 4 pairs of awesome shoes!), I have a nice cry and crawl into bed. 5 hours later my alarm is blaring and I stumble into my bathroom in my sleepy stuper to find a large, hairy spider perched right in the middle of my bathroom mirror. I scream and run in to wake up my friend who graciously spent the night. He makes fun of me for being a big baby and again the tears begin to flow. The only thing I can think of at this moment is: "If this is any indication of how my year will be, I want to go back to sleep for the rest of the year!"
It's funny how life throws these little curves. A minor streak of bad luck and it seems like your whole world has caved in. Luckily, the week got better from those low moments. I found my keys a week later at a restaurant I had visited that Sunday afternoon. All that drama over a stupid key. You better believe everyone has the key to my apartment now!
Ok, not a legitimate quote (I don't think) but it is something that has been on my mind as of late. On the eve of celebrating my 26th birthday last week, I arrive home with dinner in hand ready to drop on the couch and relax for the precious hour before bed time. I had been running around all day doing errands for a special event and I was exhausted. Walking up to my front door, I am searching for my keys in my huge work bag (my friend was with me and he had been driving my car all day) and there are no keys in sight. I search my car...nothing. Does my friend have my keys...no. Does my apartment manager have a key to my apartment...no. My regular keys are gone and my only two spare keys are sitting in my apartment on the kitchen table. $200 paid to the locksmith later, I am wondering how fate brought me to the moment where I am handing over my birthday money to a man who only worked for 20 minutes on my door. Let's just say, I am in the WRONG business.
So, after being seriously ripped off (I mean, $200 translates into 4 pairs of awesome shoes!), I have a nice cry and crawl into bed. 5 hours later my alarm is blaring and I stumble into my bathroom in my sleepy stuper to find a large, hairy spider perched right in the middle of my bathroom mirror. I scream and run in to wake up my friend who graciously spent the night. He makes fun of me for being a big baby and again the tears begin to flow. The only thing I can think of at this moment is: "If this is any indication of how my year will be, I want to go back to sleep for the rest of the year!"
It's funny how life throws these little curves. A minor streak of bad luck and it seems like your whole world has caved in. Luckily, the week got better from those low moments. I found my keys a week later at a restaurant I had visited that Sunday afternoon. All that drama over a stupid key. You better believe everyone has the key to my apartment now!
posted by AJ at 6:56 PM
1 Comments:
Wow, what a terrible way to start a new year! I hope things have gotten better since then. I feel for you on the spider thing. I am having a mouse problem myself (um, ick).
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