*headdesk*
So, yes. It was one of those nights. Around 7pm or so, in the middle of the dinner rush at work, it started pouring rain; five seconds later, I realized that I hadn't completely closed my bedroom window. The one directly above my computer desk.
Cue frantic worry the rest of the night. (By the way, no, my baby's fine. Nothing blew in except for lots and lots of dust. Lots and lots and lots of dust.)
Now, it's a little after 10pm, and I'm finally ready to go home. Most of the women who work at the restaurant keep our purses in a little cupboard under the host stand. I go up there, reach for my purse - and it's not there. I'm already freaking out about my computer, and now my purse isn't there. Completely freaking out sounds like a really good plan to me at that point, and I'm well on my way to having a total panic attack before I notice the small hole in the bottom of the shelf that looks like it's too small for my purse to have fallen through but I still look.
Three guesses where my purse was.
Still, I'm home now, and I'm going to go take a shower before it gets too late so that the downstairs neighbors won't freak out or anything. And then it's time to finish playing catch-up with LiveJournal and Dreamwidth.
Cue frantic worry the rest of the night. (By the way, no, my baby's fine. Nothing blew in except for lots and lots of dust. Lots and lots and lots of dust.)
Now, it's a little after 10pm, and I'm finally ready to go home. Most of the women who work at the restaurant keep our purses in a little cupboard under the host stand. I go up there, reach for my purse - and it's not there. I'm already freaking out about my computer, and now my purse isn't there. Completely freaking out sounds like a really good plan to me at that point, and I'm well on my way to having a total panic attack before I notice the small hole in the bottom of the shelf that looks like it's too small for my purse to have fallen through but I still look.
Three guesses where my purse was.
Still, I'm home now, and I'm going to go take a shower before it gets too late so that the downstairs neighbors won't freak out or anything. And then it's time to finish playing catch-up with LiveJournal and Dreamwidth.