I woke up at 8am today as I needed to attend my probation appointment for 9:30am. The heavy snow was beautiful but a challenge to walk through. When I reached the place, I had some short interaction with the receptionist, she complimented me on knowing the phoenitic alphabet when I spelled my name. I said her mind works in an interesting way in response to something she said. I was able to leave after 10 minutes since my case worker couldn’t make it due to the weather.
At home I binge ate out of boredom. I still had 2 hours before I had to depart for my coach which would take me to Wembley Stadium. I argued with my father about general crap again but when the time came, I felt ready. 3DS in my hoodie pocket, wallet and phone in front pockets and my tickets in my back pocket. I said goodbye to my mum, she was worried about the whether since people died on the motorway yesterday. She asked where my tickets were and insisted on a hug.
I began my journey, I adjusted the contents of my back pocket, moved some tissues into the other one. A few minutes later I tucked my T-shirt into my pants and then a moment later I checked my back pocket for my tickets and noticed they were missing. I’d only been walking around 5 minutes, I panicked but instantly retraced my steps but due to the heavy snow and strong winds, I had no luck. Back at home, my mum said nothing. I messaged the guy I was gonna meet with that I had messed up. He was disappointed, not as much as me. I went out again to find the tickets, too late to catch the coach but it would ease the pain a little. I failed again.
Back at home I became deeply depressed, I battled between punishing myself by starving my body or by getting a takeaway, I went with the latter. I then played some vidya and went out to get some doughnuts.
My mum and I eventually had a chat, I admit, I did suspect her of thieving my tickets but after she showed sympathy in response to me explaining what happened, I was convinced it wasn’t her.
I felt better sharing my feelings on the usual outlets. Watching the game on TV provided mixed emotions. I wanted thee game to suck and Rochdale to lose so I wouldn’t feel bad about missing out but so far it appears to have been entertaining and I do feel down. Maybe it would have been uncomfy in the cold.
Good news from yesterday, I got an invitation to an assessment for the job I applied for (it’s at the same place), surprised but it’s not gonna end well, the person conducting the assessment is my current manager. Gonna quit if the new girl gets it.