Stress Levels

12.20.2008 // Life // Lee McKusick // 1 Comment

I’m going home for break tomorrow. I almost couldn’t.

Tuesday of week 1, I lost my wallet. I’m 95% sure it was in a classroom, locked overnight, so I couldn’t get at it, but when I went back the next morning, it wasn’t there. My theory, such as it is, is that the FMS cleaning person who found it never turned it in, conveniently for him. Leaving me without my driver’s license, debit/credit cards, some cash, and a few gift certificates. Thank you, sir.

After going through the ringer with Public Safety/FMS and having no luck, I cancelled my cards, and was told it’d be 7-10 business days before new ones would arrive. Fine, I still had my student ID, so I could use Tigerbucks to get by.

Week 2 brings sickness. A wonderful onslaught of what is now identified as bronchitis.

Fast forward to week 3. Every day this week, I’ve cursed the mailman as he brought me nothing. I’ve watched my stress levels go through the roof as my health continues to be poor, my pockets continue to be empty (along with my gas tank), and my plans for going home remain uncertain.

Last night, I talk to DCU, the credit union I belong to and the ones sending the cards, and they tell me that I can go to a credit union building a mile away and withdraw cash.

WHAT?!

So I’ve been ripping my hair out the past two and a half weeks, living off of pasta and pizza, not going anywhere because of gas conservation, and the whole time I could have walked down the street, and gotten as much money as I needed to get by?

Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me this before I had to put my life on hold?!

Whatever, past is past. I’m just glad I can get home.