FUCK.

Apparently, my week just felt like ending itself in the worst possible way.

I lost my ID, my MCI AmEx card, TJ's ATM card, and about $15.

I had them at work last night, in a little black pouch. And they were in my bag, except for the times I ran to the cafe. Which was twice. The second time I came back, I put them in my bag and they were fine. I ran to the bathoom once after that, but another girl was sitting next to me and hadn't even seen me put anything in my bag.

So, I don't know where they've gone, and I'm really spazzing about it.

I also can't get ahold of ANYONE near my bay, so I don't know if someone took it, or someone found it and hopefully returned it to a supervisor or something. But I seriously can't imagine where the hell it could be. -_-

Plus, I yelled at TJ, so now she's locked herself in the bathroom and won't talk to me. I didn't mean to yell, but I didn't want her to start blaming me for everything cause it's not my fault the pouch disappeared out of my bag.

This is the THIRD FUCKING day in a row where we've been fighting. The third day I've done something stupid (or, something that can my accounted as my fault) and she's given me the silent treatment.

I'm so fucking miserable. Someone shoot me. Then find that goddamn pouch. -_-