Alrighty, here's the 'ish.
Monday starts out fairly normal; although on the ride in to work I was feeling anxious. I couldn't put my finger on it. I was around 1/8th of a tank on gas so I stopped into the local Shell and get gas, smokes, and a diet coke for the drive. Everything fine, still feeling anxious however and I drive into work. The morning is uneventful. The usual battery of meetings, emails, coffees, sodas, smoke breaks and the clock slowly crawls itself to 1pm. Lunch hit, I run next door to MTV, run into Ken, talk about the schedule, go to pay and BAM... my bank card is missing. Oh shit... recovery mode. It's probably in your pockets. Nope. It's probably in your wallet, look harder! Nope. It's in your other pockets. Nope!
Shit!
Paid for lunch with another credit card and bolted back to the office. Set the food down, retraced my steps, searched the car and nothing. Bank card still missing. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. I called the bank and checked my account online at the same time looking for any purchases made with the card between the gas station and 1pm. Saw nothing so far. Finally got through with the bank and canceled the card. The guy on the line said 5 to 10 business days to get a new one. Fuckin 2 weeks before I will have the card back. I feel so naked without it. 24 hours later I still have no clue where it is. T
Flash forward to Tuesday morning. I am driving into work listening to Howard and smoking. Swinging down the 14 to the 5 ramp and start to merge with the traffic on the 5. One woman decides to hit the other woman in front of her. The car behind her decided to make it a dumb woman sandwich. Good times.
Dodge Ball was also on Tuesday. One of the animators for GoW got hit in the eye, leaving him with a shiner. Basketball in the evening on top of Dodgeball and I am barely able to move my right arm. I am in pain. All over.
Side note... http://www.flickr.com/photos/casper29
