Bank Accounts and Bicycles

I get a text on my phone every time my bank account balance changes. The lasts text I got said I had over $1000 in the bank. I have been trying so hard to save. Well, I get in my car to go to lunch yesterday and I get a text that says my new balance is $363. There was absolutely no way that I spent that much money and simply "forgot." I instantly pulled up my account online and sure enough there were five separate charges that from Ainz&Tepel Tokyo Japan. There is no way that I went to Japan and forgot either. I instantly started bawling my eyes out. I felt completely defeated and helpless. All I knew was that my money was gone. You people are crazy if you think I wipe butts and change diapers as a hobby. That was hard earned money just plain.... GONE. I called mom freaking out and ran home. I had to talk to my boss and tell her about the situation and of course she had no issue with me being late back from lunch. Well, meanwhile Paul called my bank and talked to someone he knows and got the ball rolling on getting my money back. I had to go up there and sign some paperwork saying the charges were not mine and that I expected each amount to be paid back. etc. It was a real easy fixed but it was still completely devastating. I am still waiting to have my money refunded. Hopefully it will be all fixed by Monday.

Now to the Bicycle.... I am an absolute freak about locking the door. Half the time I never know I do, it is just a habit. I have locked Mom and Paul in and OUT of the house numerous times. Which is why we finally got an extra key and hid it. Problem fixed right,? Well, WRONG if your family did not tell you where that extra key is. So, today I got out of my car to come eat some lunch and left my phone in my car. I knew I wouldn't need it... I ate my lunch and about 5 till I got out to head back to work. Before I leave I feel my pockets to make sure I have my keys... I feel my bulge in my pocket and out the door I go... The door that I LOCKED. I reached in my pocket to unlock my car and.... no keys. I check my other nine pockets... no keys. Just some hard candy in my pocket that felt like keys. Damn! I only panicked for a second until I remembered the extra key. Well, I went to the spot that I thought it was and..... of course.... no key. I checked numerous other place and yet again.... no key. I check moms car for car keys or house keys... no luck. I then remember the work truck that was unlocked. I knew the problem was solved. I tried to start the truck and it wouldn't start, and I looked down.... it was a standard. I had to press the clutch. I am an AWFUL standard driver so I knew that wouldn't work. I then opted for the Razor. As embarrassing as that was going to be I knew it would get me there quick.... I go into the shop to get it and of course Mom and Paul have it out of town this weekend. Keep in mind that all this time my phone is locked in the car so I have nobody to call. I then opted for the unthinkable.... the bicycle. I have on my goofy scrubs and my God awful nurse clogs and I hop on the bike and pedal like hell. It is about a 2.5 or 3 mile trip to my work. I haven't ridden a bike in years. There are tons of hills. IT WAS AWFUL! I looked like a big huge idiot pedaling my heart out just trying to make it back to work and of course nobody offered me a ride. I wanted to cry my eyes out. THANK GOD THAT IS OVER! I finally get to work and call mom to tell her my situation and ask where the key was and of course she thought it was the most hilarious thing she had ever heard. I was furious and wanting to cry and she laughed and laughed and laughed and told other people then laughed some more. I could have killed her! :) Again, thank God that is over! I got a ride back home after work. No way was I going to ride that stupid bike again.