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Dec. 5th, 2004 01:13 pmThe anger has faded, the pain has subsided, my eyes are no longer bloodshot from tears. I'm going to be okay, I've picked myself up again (and again and again), and it's a new day.
To recount the past day or two will take forever. So I'll just have to settle for summing it up, which, I am sure you will appreciate too.
Friday evening is when all the dreadedness began. The day had gone by well enough. Work was not too annoying or stressful, Liz and I had a really nice outting together. All in all, nothing to really complain about. Then, I went to dinner. I sat with Michelle until well after the cafeteria should have closed, 6:20 to be precise. Michelle and I left and walked thru one of the dorms before going our seperate ways. It was after we parted ways that I realized I had forgotten my purse. I ran back to the cafe when all the other girls were leaving. Too late. Door Locked. Start banging. Check watch. 6:30. Keep banging. Panic. Stay Calm--Call Liz, she'll know what to do. Liz is coming, call campus police, campus police are coming too. We are let in, three of the night staff are still in there. How come no one came when they heard me banging on the door? We all search frantically for my purse. Where I had been sitting, the trash can, the tray area, everywhere. No purse.
Someone stole it.
It had my cell phone, my drivers liscense, my check card, three gift cards, and forty dollars. Almost everything I owned was in that purse, and there wasn't anything left to do but go back to the room and hope that someone would be kind enough to turn it in. Only ten minutes went by between the time I left and the time I returned. Sounds fishy to me.
Later everything just started crashing down around me. Hence, my previous entry. Things are still bad, things are still going to get worse. I still don't have my purse back. And I've only got twenty five dollars to last me til the end of the week. And considering I'll be driving home without a liscense, I'll need to be even more careful about driving home than I already am.
In truth, I am feeling better. But not great. I still have work to do and it's not getting done. So even though I would love nothing more than to just go back to bed and stay there until the end of the week, I can't.
I have to keep going on.
To recount the past day or two will take forever. So I'll just have to settle for summing it up, which, I am sure you will appreciate too.
Friday evening is when all the dreadedness began. The day had gone by well enough. Work was not too annoying or stressful, Liz and I had a really nice outting together. All in all, nothing to really complain about. Then, I went to dinner. I sat with Michelle until well after the cafeteria should have closed, 6:20 to be precise. Michelle and I left and walked thru one of the dorms before going our seperate ways. It was after we parted ways that I realized I had forgotten my purse. I ran back to the cafe when all the other girls were leaving. Too late. Door Locked. Start banging. Check watch. 6:30. Keep banging. Panic. Stay Calm--Call Liz, she'll know what to do. Liz is coming, call campus police, campus police are coming too. We are let in, three of the night staff are still in there. How come no one came when they heard me banging on the door? We all search frantically for my purse. Where I had been sitting, the trash can, the tray area, everywhere. No purse.
Someone stole it.
It had my cell phone, my drivers liscense, my check card, three gift cards, and forty dollars. Almost everything I owned was in that purse, and there wasn't anything left to do but go back to the room and hope that someone would be kind enough to turn it in. Only ten minutes went by between the time I left and the time I returned. Sounds fishy to me.
Later everything just started crashing down around me. Hence, my previous entry. Things are still bad, things are still going to get worse. I still don't have my purse back. And I've only got twenty five dollars to last me til the end of the week. And considering I'll be driving home without a liscense, I'll need to be even more careful about driving home than I already am.
In truth, I am feeling better. But not great. I still have work to do and it's not getting done. So even though I would love nothing more than to just go back to bed and stay there until the end of the week, I can't.
I have to keep going on.