Lousy weekend
Well, after Halle cancelled on Friday, she invited me to hers instead. I went down to her, and left my wallet in the taxi. I didn't realise this until a few hours later, by which time the taxi driver had finished for the day, but his base told me he hadn't reported any lost wallets. In addition, Halle lives about 8-10 miles from my place, and I had £2 to my name. Buses are £1.50 a go, and I'd need two of them to get home.So, I had to walk half way home so I could catch the second of the buses I'd need. In winter, in the freezing cold. On arriving home, I called the bank to cancel my cards. This is about where I realised it was Friday night. This means, the bank can cancel my cards, and they can send new ones, but it'll take 4-5 days for them to get here. By this time I have 30p in my pocket. I ask the bank what I can do for funds in the meantime, and they reply "No problem, you can write a cheque to yourself, take it into your local branch on Monday morning, along with ID, and they'll cash it for you.
So I have 30p to get through til Monday, and work to get to, and eat at, on Saturday and Sunday. The search for cash begins in earnest. My gym kit yields £1 that I always keep in there for the lockers. The penny jar has about £14 in small change. After a trip to Asda's change machine, that's converted to proper money, which gives me a total of £13 after the machine's taken it's commission. I'm on the late shift (which lasts til midnight - the last bus home is at 11:45pm. It's £6 for a taxi. Walking through the neighbourhood between my house and work, at night, would be a very silly idea. I should also mention at this point that I'm the most stubborn bastard in the world when it comes to screwing up - if it's my mistake that's got me into a situation, I refuse point blank to accept help from anyone to get me out of it.
Luckily, I keep a stock of food at work in case I get called in for an unexpected night shift. I also have a fully stocked kitchen, so I'm not gonna starve. Last night, I managed to get out of work early enough to catch the last bus home. This means I have £10 to get me through today, so I might even be able to stretch to a chocolate bar at work. I hate budgeting. My first job when I get my cards back is to hide some money somewhere within the house, so I'm never stuck in a situation like this again.
And to top it off, I have man-flu.
(The correct definition in the above link is the third one - all the others are clearly written by women, who have no idea how deadly man-flu is. Compared to this, childbirth is a walk in the park)
posted by SingleGuy @ 11:24 am
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