I'm off work today, which is exciting because I need to clean the house. I was off work yesterday, but it wasn't a house cleaning day. I'll start at the beginning.
I was at work on Monday, and we have to keep our purses in our lockers and keep the lockers locked. I always have my lock with me, but for some reason, I could not find it, so my purse wasn't locked up. I wasn't too concerned because I've seen the other girls not lock theirs up and (stupidly) figured it wouldn't be a problem. Our lockers are right across from the bathroom (that customers can use, too.) I worked 9am to 4pm, and when I went to leave work, I was going to buy something, and I noticed something strange. My checkbook was in the bottom of my purse. I always keep my checkbook in my wallet, so I searched through my purse, and I found my wallet was missing. I immediately panicked. When did I use my wallet last? When did I write a check last? Did I put my checkbook in my wallet? I used a card out of my wallet the night before, and I had written a check two days ago, and I know for a fact that I put it back in my wallet because I'm so proud of the fact that I finally have a wallet that a checkbook fits in, and I was showing Cole. So I searched around the lockers to see if maybe I dropped my wallet somewhere. No avail.
When I got home, I searched everywhere, my car, Cole's car, and every room in the house. It was not there. Everything in my wallet could be replaced except for a little Mustang symbol that my dad had given me the night I went to pick up my own Mustang. The piece came from a Mustang he had had in the seventies, but the Mustang he had was a 1965, the first year Ford even made the Mustang. It was a irreplaceable piece, and I was heartbroken more about that than anything. All the cards could be turned off (and they were.) There was no cash in my wallet. My license is still an SC license, so I panicked about that for a minute, but I figured out how to order a new one online and have it mailed to my address here, so that was taken care of. But the Mustang thing was gone.
Cole had the idea to go back to Pier 1 and search in and around the dumpsters behind the building. Since there was nothing of value in my wallet, maybe someone just tossed it. So we looked, and we found nothing.
The next morning (yesterday) Cole had a doctor's appointment, and I went with him. On the way, I decided that I would call a few junkyards and look online to try to find another Mustang piece from a '65 model. I was starting to feel better about the situation. But I was still upset. I was calmer when my Jimmy was stolen in 2008. (I apparently have a horrible track record with things like this.)
After his appointment, I went home to take a nap, and my mom called me. She asked if I had gone to Office Depot the day before. I said no, I hadn't. I was only at work then went straight home. She told me that a man had called her, looking for me. The man had found my wallet in the middle of one of the aisles at Office Depot, googled the address on my DL (my parents' address) and called their house. BRILLIANCE! So I called Office Depot and spoke to the man and explained that my wallet had been stolen and I'd be there in ten minutes to come get it. He was surprised to hear it had been stolen because no cards were missing out of it.
When I got there, I had my passport on me for a form of ID, but he and the woman that had found it were like, "We know it's you. We were looking for a southern speaking redhead." Haha. So I got my wallet back, and the Mustang piece was still inside. They said they found it the day before between two and four. (I was at work, so obviously someone theifed it...) But all was well. The only things missing from it were four $10 gift cards to Victoria's Secret, but when I had reported the card stolen, VS said they would backdate my rewards certificates from the last four months, which means I should have about $40 toward VS coming to me, so I wasn't too bummed.
It just really makes me mad that people do things like this. I'd expect it more in North Charleston than here, but at least here, no one tried to use any of my cards. (Once, I left my debit card at Taco Bell in North Chuck, and one of their employees went on a shopping spree at Walmart within an hour that the card was missing. But my bank took care of that.) When things like this happen, I feel used and defiled. Cole bought me a new wallet, and I like it, but it isn't nearly as big as my other wallet, but I don't want to use my old wallet now because it just feels gross. I don't know. I've heard before that you shouldn't hate people, only hate the devil inside them. But that is hard. This was kind of the icing on top of an I hate Wisconsin cake.
But the wallet is back, my Mustang piece is back and in a safer spot now, and I at least have my DL. But now I have to wait a week for my cards to come in the mail, so unless I'm with Cole, I can't buy anything. But it's alright. Ain't nothin' but a thang.
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