Tuesday the 13th

FRIDAY 13TH IS COMING..
Originally uploaded by Andy Welsh.

There were many reasons why I wasn't all that jazzed about getting out of bed this morning. For starters, it's cold. Damn cold. I also had to be up earlier than usual to work on some Golden Globes stuff at The Job.

Did I mention I lost my ATM/debit card? I had it all day Sunday as I hit the shoppes in Union Square and purchased my body weight in new clothes. (I had so many sacks of clothes I looked like a homeless person. Only with more peasant skirts.) When I couldn't find the ATM card yesterday morning at work, I thought it was in my weekend purse. When I finally got a hold of the weekend purse, the card was not in there.

I called the esteemed [insert sarcasm herre] Bank of America and they told me that even though it was lost, no one had used it illegally. That was good news. But without an ATM card I couldn't take out any dough to take a cab to work. So at 7:30 AM I had to get on the N/R train and deal with the cold with the rest of the bougeoise.

I planned to dress warm with tights and a long skirt. As I picked out clothes from my closet I also pulled a bottle of Diet Coke out of my refridgerator. I figured a little jolt of caffeine would shake the sleep out of me. I twisted the top off and the soda sprayed out like I was in a locker room after the World Series. It covered me, my clothes as well as my floor and walls.

I swabbbed up most of it up with some paper towels, but I was still too groggy to concentrate on the assorted pools of cola all over my floor. I threw on some clothes, dried my hair and headed out the door.

Thus far the job is going well. The nominations went smoothly and someone brought in Munchkins. At lunch I have to get some cash from the bank, old-skool style at the teller. I don't even think I know how to write a withdrawal slip! What is this green paper you call currency?