Okay... So I feel as though a very sick and terrible joke was fucking played on me. Seriously.

Today.

I go into work, and open the store, and have a few extra minutes to myself, so I clean out my purse. I look throught some bank statements, discover an extra charge. For like, 200 bucks. So I start stressing about having to go into the bank on monday and getting it taken care of. But I'm not that mad, right? Just kind of irked.

So I prance out onto the floor with (Amandaaa) and we proceed to be slammed by a HUGE rush that never lets up. Dogs. Everywhere. People with questions. EVERYWHERE.

We run a fucking TIP TOP store, too, let me tell you. Customer service is KEY. We greet EVERYONE, and we always try to go out of our way to answer questions, and pride ourselves in being knowledgeable. Every single person who comes through the door is treated like they're the only customer we have.

So one of these people?


Decided to fucking STEAL my WALLET. OUT. OF. MY. PURSE.



Just the wallet. So that around 1 in the afternoon, when I start gettin' STARVING, I go to get my wallet out, and go "oh holy shit, it's gone!"

So since that's the only thing gone, even thought I KNEW that I had it that fucking morning. I start calling Joey and asking him to look around for it, and shit like that... It's nowhere.

I call my mom, and she comes down with my bills with phone numbers so I can call and cancel:

My debit card.
My Victoria's Secret card.
My fucking credit card.

Guess what?

The credit card was ALREADY used to ring up like 400 bucks.

So I have to call the police, and file a report, and all this other BULLSHIT, just because one fucking fucking fucking ASSHAT CUNT-FACE TWAT-SANDWICH DOUCHE BAG FUCKNUT stood there, asked me FUCKING questions, and acted like a fucking concerned pet owner and then behind my back SNUCK AROUND AND STOLE MY WALLET.

I don't know who it was. I have no idea. Just somebody...


So the bank won't do ANYTHING about it until the charges are no longer pending. Once they're posted, then I can try to "dispute" them. Oh I'll fucking DISPUTE them alright. I am NOT paying for some little rich-kid looking for a few hooligan thrills to go to the FUCKING mall and buy a new FUBU track suit and an Orange Julius. (Mind you, I don't know what they bought, or where, the credit card company won't tell me, It's just my suspisions.)

I work hard to maintain my good credit. I have good credit. I'm responsible, and awesome. And now some dickweed puts all my fucking hard work in Jeopardy? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???

ALSO.

My fucking DRIVERS LICENSE was in there. I was going to go see Hell's Bells tonight. An all-girl AC/DC cover band. At a 21 and over show. Couldn't go. Didn't have ID. THanks again, ASSHAT. THanks for ruining my FUCKING day.



So now Joey's working hard to correct my mood. He bought me strawberry shortcake and I'm nursing a 40 year old Canadian Whiskey. I'm feeling a bit better, but I still have to deal with that DOUBLE CHARGE that originally irked me, and now this whole fucking FIASCO on top of it.


WHAT the HELL kind of douchebag lowlife scumsucking piece of SHIT just steals your goddamned wallet and then goes off to fucking steal shit on YOUR goddamned credit?? I mean... I knew that there were bad fucking people out there and all... But really, where the fuck do you suddenly decide that like... Everyone else is completely worthless? How do you get to be so SELFISH???


If anybody would like to cheer me up, it would be greatly appreciated. *grumble*