2007-06-13

In Which Lisa Gets A New Wallet

This week has got to go down on record as being one of the Pretty Shittiest Weeks In Recent Years. Because I'm all about keeping things in perspective, see. It's one of those things you're told to do when drinking your weight in Jim Beam no longer does the trick. I certainly know that things could be worse. I certainly know that there are probably millions of people who are having a shittier week than I'm having. That's why I'm not saying it's the WORST WEEK EVER. But it's pretty shitty, and it's only Wednesday.

Today I reached under my desk to retrieve something from my recycling bin, and this GIANT ROACH-LIKE THING CRAWLED ACROSS MY HAND. My boss took the bin outside. I didn't even have to whine, hardly. Because pretty much everyone in the office realizes what a shitty week I'm having.

You don't realize how much of your personal identity is contained within what is simply a device used to keep items for frequent quick access. You don't realize this until some douchetarded fingertip-sniffing derelict waltzes into your office, paws through your bag, and takes that device away. You don't realize it until you have to go through all the aggravation of speaking to account managers and service representatives, and then filling out forms in order to prove that you exist.

I try not to think about the fact that my nieces' pictures, my 4-year medallion, and my friend's dad's obituary are in the trash somewhere. Discarded because they were of no use to the fucking scumbag who took my wallet. I take a deep breath, and just try to do the next right thing. I concentrate on replacing what can be replaced.

As of today, I have a new MBTA pass, and a new work ID. And because I can't stand having these items rattling around in the bottom of my bag, I am using a temporary wallet.

This is the kiddie wallet that PK found for me when we were at Disneyland last March. It gots a li'l baby Eeyore on it. Eeyore is something of a sobriety totem for me. For each month of the first year I was sober, I would buy myself a stuffed Eeyore. Because of this story. Because I had to remind myself to be grateful for the things that I have, and be mindful of the way they all work together. And PK remembered this, and found me this wallet.

And so what I've been able to replace thus far fits pretty well in there, just like the broken balloon in the empty honey pot.

I still don't have a new ATM card, though, and therefore I've got no cash.

And I say this not to slide back into ingratitude, but because that picture just seems vaguely pornographic to me. No?

lisamcc at 8:14 p.m.



3 comments so far
buzzgirl
2007-06-14 00:08:17
Oh my! I'm so glad YOU said that about the last photo, 'cause I was totally thinking that.
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Lexi
2007-06-14 10:48:11
O'Keefe: flowers. McC: wallets. I like it.
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lj lindhurst
2007-06-14 07:11:32
Hi Lisa! Just wanted to say hello... I used to read your diary a few years back, and for some reason you popped into my head the other day and I decided to check and see if you were still writing it. And you are! SO: HI!!! glad to see you are doing well (despite having your wallet stolen); I know that I'm a random internet stranger and you don't know me from Adam, but I feel like I know YOU!! And I like you. You're cool. I hope your week gets better.
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