Sometimes, even I wonder if I’m just making it all up

97. I chose the wrong career.  Twice.  But I’ve never been blindsided by this.  Jobs and money were just never important enough for me to care that I was heading in the wrong direction…  that probably explains why I’m sleeping on an air mattress tonight.

In June, while walking down a dangerous street in the most populous city in the world, I lost my wallet.

“Oh noes!”  you say, “how much money did you lose??”

Pfft! Silly goose, I don’t keep my money in my wallet!

“Oh noes!  Did you lose any of your IDs???”

Pfft! Silly gander, I don’t keep my IDs in my wallet!

“…  well, what DO you keep in your wallet?”

Mostly used business cards, actually.  I mean, I did lose two credit cards, but I canceled one of those within three days of the event, and plan to cancel the other really, really soon now.  Honest!

So, I had finished the shoes I mention’d in my last post, when somebody mentioned

After my last post, I decided to make myself a wallet:

I still need to modify it, but this story isn’t about my wallet, though it does come in at the end to save the day.  This story is about the fact that I bought a roll of duct tape on Monday and I’ve been using it daily ever since.  I still had a good chunk left this morning, actually, when we realized that the hose on the back of my dryer wasn’t attached very well and was leaking moisture into the air. (Is it called the moisture hose?)  My roommate jumped over the washer and was trying to reattach the hose.

“Do you have any duct tape,” he asked, half-jokingly.

I laughed and went to go find the duct tape…  But I couldn’t!  I couldn’t remember where I’d put it!  I went around for fifteen minutes before I gave up and started deconstructing my wallet and handing the pieces to him so that he could reuse the tape to attach the dryer hose.

Ten minutes later, I found the roll of duct tape and started repairing my wallet.

I’ve never used this term on my blog before, but I think this adventure qualifies:

Epic fail.

97. I chose the wrong career.  Twice.  But I’ve never been blindsided by this.  Jobs and money were just never important enough for me to care that I was heading in the wrong direction…  that probably explains why I’m sleeping on an air mattress tonight. In June, while walking down a dangerous street in the…