Panic
Headed out to work this morning. About five minutes from the house and I remember I need to get some cash for lunch today. Double check my back pocket for my wallet. Not there. Damn. Left it at home with my badge to boot. Turn around and head back. I let myself back in and grabbed my badge, but my wallet wasn't where it should have been.
So starts that wonderful little feeling in the gut. Doubled checked by, under and behind the couch. Nope. Wait! Gotta be in my shorts. Duh. Nope. Nor next to, behind or anywhere near the bed. Fuck. The feeling starts to get a bit stronger. Another fairly thorough search of the house. Nothing. Damn.
Oh yeah! The console in the car. Duh. Nope. Now the replay of the last week starts. When am I completely sure I had the damn thing? Tuesday. Definitely Tuesday at the doctors office. Maybe there? Dunno. Where else have I been? Work and home. No where else. Great.
Oh shit I need my drivers license to get on the plane for Portland. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Get a new ID? Not gonna happen by next Thursday. Shit. Well I guess I could drive to Portland. It's only what 12, 14 hours? Oi. Shit which credit cards are in there... hmmm, two of them and my debit card. Crap. Oh shit my BFSC card is in there too. Damn. And my National Rental Car card and my Hilton card and my health insurance cards... damn I need to empty that damn thing out.
Well damn I guess I better head to work and start figuring out who all I'm going to have to call about all my missing info. Maybe someone turned it in to the security office at work. But I've been a bunch of places at work, multiple company campuses. Damn this is gonna take a while. Ugh. Twisting of the gut has definitely increased. Dammit I NEED to get to Portland. Heh.
Stopped by the security office at the main gate, but no one had turned in anything there. Have to check with main security. Well no work is getting done today this will take all day. Friggin' dumbass. Play back the past couple of days and can't say for sure one way or the other that I'd had it yesterday or Wednesday. Stupid wallet.
Get to my floor. Pass someone in the hall, nod and smile. He asks "How ya doin?" and I reply "Not good. Can't find my wallet." He sympathizes and keeps going. I get to my office and unlock the door. Hoping beyond hope that the damn thing is here even though I know I didn't take it out of my pocket and put it on my desk yesterday. Without even having to move my chair there's the little bastard lying on the floor next to the left of my chair.
Big Fucking Sigh!!
So starts that wonderful little feeling in the gut. Doubled checked by, under and behind the couch. Nope. Wait! Gotta be in my shorts. Duh. Nope. Nor next to, behind or anywhere near the bed. Fuck. The feeling starts to get a bit stronger. Another fairly thorough search of the house. Nothing. Damn.
Oh yeah! The console in the car. Duh. Nope. Now the replay of the last week starts. When am I completely sure I had the damn thing? Tuesday. Definitely Tuesday at the doctors office. Maybe there? Dunno. Where else have I been? Work and home. No where else. Great.
Oh shit I need my drivers license to get on the plane for Portland. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Get a new ID? Not gonna happen by next Thursday. Shit. Well I guess I could drive to Portland. It's only what 12, 14 hours? Oi. Shit which credit cards are in there... hmmm, two of them and my debit card. Crap. Oh shit my BFSC card is in there too. Damn. And my National Rental Car card and my Hilton card and my health insurance cards... damn I need to empty that damn thing out.
Well damn I guess I better head to work and start figuring out who all I'm going to have to call about all my missing info. Maybe someone turned it in to the security office at work. But I've been a bunch of places at work, multiple company campuses. Damn this is gonna take a while. Ugh. Twisting of the gut has definitely increased. Dammit I NEED to get to Portland. Heh.
Stopped by the security office at the main gate, but no one had turned in anything there. Have to check with main security. Well no work is getting done today this will take all day. Friggin' dumbass. Play back the past couple of days and can't say for sure one way or the other that I'd had it yesterday or Wednesday. Stupid wallet.
Get to my floor. Pass someone in the hall, nod and smile. He asks "How ya doin?" and I reply "Not good. Can't find my wallet." He sympathizes and keeps going. I get to my office and unlock the door. Hoping beyond hope that the damn thing is here even though I know I didn't take it out of my pocket and put it on my desk yesterday. Without even having to move my chair there's the little bastard lying on the floor next to the left of my chair.
Big Fucking Sigh!!
Labels: fucked up shit, mayhem, sick
posted by Little Kenny at 7/17/2009 03:57:00 PM
4 Comments:
Well, at least you now know where it is.
Glad you found it. Even more glad you worried first how to get to Portland. In case you your wallet goes missing again, you CAN still fly without ID. You will have to explain you lost your id and that you are a good person. They will send you to secondary screening, where you will again tell your story. A quick pat down and away you go. Here is the purposely vague language from tsa.gov.
"Passengers who do not or cannot present an acceptable ID will have to provide information to the Transportation Security Officer performing Travel Document Checking duties in order to verify their identity. Passengers who are cleared through this process may be subject to additional screening."
Now.. if you flat out say "I refuse to show my ID on the grounds that it is an infringement of my constitutional right to free and unrestricted travel.", they will throw you out. Do a search and see how many people try this. It actually worked before they changed the laws in 2008. A Federal judge ruled these miscreants did not have constitutional rights to air travel. Basically, if you are going to be a PIA.. you can walk.
- Cheeselover
@RedDiabla: Yes you are absolutely right. I was so relieved I even gave it a little kiss and held it tightly in my sweaty little hands. Phew.
@Cheeselover: That may very well work for top sales executives like you. However, I can almost guarantee no matter how nice, how sincere, how trustworthy and loyal I tried to come across they would have told me to take a fucking hike.
And my little dog too.
nothing worse than a hucking fike.
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