A seemingly boring and normal weekend takes an unfortunate turn as the almighty gods teach me a thing or two about my carelessness and overconfidence.
So guys I lost a week’s worth of pay after my Sunday shift (approx $260). Rather than running around frantically while asking anyone and everyone if they had seen my wad of cash, I carefully traced my route back to the cake shop and looked around just in case. I found it pointless and a waste of time and energy to try the ‘Have you seen my’ around the place because let’s face it, “That person probably doesn’t need it anyway”.
Monn was not a lucky girl. I called my friends and parents; my failed attempts to reach my boyfriend’s cellphone were just increasing my distress levels. What can a person say or do when presented that situation? Little I tell you, little.
My friends offered to transfer money into my account so long as I’d give them my details, I thanked them but declined. My parents nagged me to come home and to skip out on the city for one night, but I refused. I told them that I preferred to rid myself of the cannolis I had in my bag, told them that I would see them later tonight, told them not to be too cross if I came home drunk. I cried myself halfway to the city and only stopped when I got on the train and slipped into a nap.
There wasn’t a lot of people at the studio but enough for my cannolis to disappear. It seemed almost way too easy to start feeling happier again but I could’t really put it up debate, seeing those I loved and and loved to be around was my quick fix.
The main reason I came out to the city was because a mate owed me a drink and I wasn’t about to this opportunity go to waste, I could hear one and only long island beckoning from afar.
Or perhaps three long islands. I actually ended up drinking more than I had planned to and woke up with an unsettled stomach the next morning. But you know what else I woke up to? My work calling for me to come in as well as a couple of $50 notes beside my head. A series of text could only explain what I had tucked under my pillow other than a loose tooth:
Mum: That $200 was your compensation. You’re welcome. And I love you too.
Me: $200?! Thank you Ma! …But I only found $150 I will look for the other $50 when I get home.
Mum: What do you mean you found $150? I put $250 under your pillow, $50 for the train ticket.
Me: OH. OKAY WOW. THANKS MUM.
Mum: Stop you’re giving me a heart attack.
Monn is not so unlucky after all.