Adulting is Hard

So last week my wallet was stolen. This week I found out that my dental insurance through school is worse than my dad's. My dad's insurance coverage is famous in my dental office for being the worst that they've seen. And mine is worse than that. For example, my insurance covers one cavity every two years. I normally get at least one cavity every visit, which is (supposed to) be every six months. Okay, I admit, part of that is my fault. I love sugar. I can blame part of it on the dentist though. Twice now they've charged me for a filling that they had to replace because the last one they put in was either 'falling out' or wasn't done properly the first time. And by 'falling out', I mean they had to drill it out of my mouth. Then they charged me the full amount.

So I'm going to have to start declining fillings, because I just cannot pay for them. Not to mention I can't continue to pay for the dentist's mistakes. I also suspect that they messed up the last two fillings that they did, because right after they were done, my teeth were super sensitive. They never felt like that before the fillings, and I've never felt that after any other fillings. So I'm seeing another couple replacement fillings in the future, that I will also have to cover.

Thanks dentist.

Cats are less of an asshole than some people

Never trust anyone! Seriously, lock up everything you own and guard it like a dragon guards a treasure.

I was working today, four hours by myself, as usual. My shift ends and I close up the store. When I'm getting my stuff, I notice that my phone isn't in my bag. No big deal, I probably left it at my boyfriend's house. I would just pop by before heading home. Once I get there, neither of us can find it, so he gives it a call. It's turned off. Which means that it's been stolen. My phone was basically fully charged before I left for work, and I never turn my phone off. But it went straight to voice mail, which means that it's off.

My naive brain thinks 'Dang, I must have left it on the shelf in the backroom, or maybe it fell out of my purse and I didn't notice. I guess I'll have to get it tomorrow.' My boyfriend asked if I still had my wallet. And of course that's gone too. I didn't even notice when I was doing my bag check after work.

Luckily the thief didn't gain more than five dollars, because I had spent all the bills I had until now. I managed to cancel all my cards, and lock my phone, so that asshole won't get more than an old five dollar bill folded into an oragami heart. I hope that makes your pathetic life just a little better.

So yeah... That's what's been up with me lately. My regional manager says that he's doing everything he can to figure out what happened, but I know that there isn't much that can be done. The cameras in the store will tell us about any customers that went near the back room, but it won't show who actually went back there. Tomorrow I'll go to the police and file a report, then work on getting cards, phones and ID's back in order.

Being unlucky is hard work.