Khendon Sevon
Feb 4th, 2007, 05:39:32 AM
So, I took at 7 o'clock train back to Hoboken last night. I got there a bit late because my brother was digging around for his CDs and I nearly forgot my orange juice. Still, I got there.
I took a taxi from the terminal to my apartment for the usual $4. No biggy.
When I got to my apartment I relaxed for a bit then started by probability homework with my roommmate around 8 o'clock. We took several breaks and, for some reason, I was making all sorts of simple mistakes. For instance, I'd read a problem wrong and think the number was 8, not 6. What was up with that? Never the less, we finished.
It was around 10 o'clock and I took a seat at my computer to do what I normally do: nothing. I was planning on getting an early sleep for Sunday's insane events. Suddenly, something felt wrong. I patted down the side of my pants. Oh my God, where was my wallet!
I frantically searched through my desk -- sometimes I take it out of my pocket and put it in there. But, I already knew what had happened. My room keys were still in my pocket. There was no way I would've taken my wallet out and put it down without taking my keys out, too.
No, I hadn't lost my wallet in my apartment.
I'd lost it in the taxi.
So, I quickly called all the taxi numbers in Hoboken. Only one actually picked up and the guy was rude and finally agreed to call back if any of his drivers found it.
Next came the credit card companies. I have two credit cards each with $6,000 limits. Got them blocked. I also had a checking card and banking card that I've never used--good thing is, they can't get used because, well, I've never used them. They're not activated.
My driver's license was in there, IGDA membership card, business cards (mine and other people's), my health insurance card, PBA card, etc.
I called the police department and got a super rude lady that said, "Come down to the station." As I went to say goodnight she hung up on me. Very nice, hobopopo.
Now, as I sit here typing, I am wearing a rather snug collection of cold weather outdoor gear. No, I am not becoming a hermet because of my horrible experience. Rather, I am going ice climbing.
But, what's this all have to do with anything?
As I walked over to my stuffed pack with apartment key in hand, one of the Eye wards fell to the ground. The metal chain had broken at the bottom ring and the eye was gripped by gravity's mighty hand.
Do I have the evil eye?
Should I be climbing with said evil eye?
Oh well ;) I think I'll put the loose eye in a pocket somewhere while I climb for good luck.
Pictures to come.
I took a taxi from the terminal to my apartment for the usual $4. No biggy.
When I got to my apartment I relaxed for a bit then started by probability homework with my roommmate around 8 o'clock. We took several breaks and, for some reason, I was making all sorts of simple mistakes. For instance, I'd read a problem wrong and think the number was 8, not 6. What was up with that? Never the less, we finished.
It was around 10 o'clock and I took a seat at my computer to do what I normally do: nothing. I was planning on getting an early sleep for Sunday's insane events. Suddenly, something felt wrong. I patted down the side of my pants. Oh my God, where was my wallet!
I frantically searched through my desk -- sometimes I take it out of my pocket and put it in there. But, I already knew what had happened. My room keys were still in my pocket. There was no way I would've taken my wallet out and put it down without taking my keys out, too.
No, I hadn't lost my wallet in my apartment.
I'd lost it in the taxi.
So, I quickly called all the taxi numbers in Hoboken. Only one actually picked up and the guy was rude and finally agreed to call back if any of his drivers found it.
Next came the credit card companies. I have two credit cards each with $6,000 limits. Got them blocked. I also had a checking card and banking card that I've never used--good thing is, they can't get used because, well, I've never used them. They're not activated.
My driver's license was in there, IGDA membership card, business cards (mine and other people's), my health insurance card, PBA card, etc.
I called the police department and got a super rude lady that said, "Come down to the station." As I went to say goodnight she hung up on me. Very nice, hobopopo.
Now, as I sit here typing, I am wearing a rather snug collection of cold weather outdoor gear. No, I am not becoming a hermet because of my horrible experience. Rather, I am going ice climbing.
But, what's this all have to do with anything?
As I walked over to my stuffed pack with apartment key in hand, one of the Eye wards fell to the ground. The metal chain had broken at the bottom ring and the eye was gripped by gravity's mighty hand.
Do I have the evil eye?
Should I be climbing with said evil eye?
Oh well ;) I think I'll put the loose eye in a pocket somewhere while I climb for good luck.
Pictures to come.