Last Confirmed Sighting: Publix, around the corner from the PoP’s house. Definitely used wallet (and credit card therein) to purchase groceries on Sunday afternoon.
Last Believed Sighting: Next to phone and headphones on top of couch. 95% certain that the wallet was set out with other items (phone, headphones, water bottle) to load into my panniers for my bike commute to work on Monday morning.
Sigh… My wallet seems to have vanished into thin air.
I’m pretty darned sure I remember packing it with other work items to make the trip to the office with me on Monday, but then I didn’t see it in its usual spot on my desk at the office later in the day and assumed I must have forgotten it at home. At home Monday night, I glanced around a little, but didn’t see it and assumed I must have slid it into a drawer or something at work.
On Tuesday I looked harder at work, but didn’t see it so assumed it must have been at home, just not in plain sight. Then Tuesday night, Mr PoP and I searched high and low at home to no avail.
Wednesday morning I rode my bike extra slowly to work, stopping to inspect every smallish black object on the side of the road (most of them were pieces of tire rubber) hoping to find my wallet. Nope.
Nothing has yet been turned in to the office lost and found.
And I even asked one of my jokester coworkers if they played a little joke on me by hiding it and then forgot to tell me. I knew it was a long shot – they didn’t.
So here I am. It’s now Wednesday evening and I am wallet-less. It’s kindof a weird feeling, honestly.
One part of me is very annoyed with myself. I genuinely love the wallet that I’ve been using for almost 10 years and it’s gonna cost $40+ or so to replace with another one just like it. Then I’m going to need to drive to the DMV and buy a replacement license ($25). The credit cards and insurance cards should be free to replace, and I’m definitely not worried about losing my Panera Bread and PetCo rewards cards. But I’ll never recover the $200+ in cash and another $100+ in gift cards that happened to be in the wallet. And of course, I *had* to lose my wallet when I (who almost never has more than $5 in my wallet) was carrying more than $200. So yeah, I’m definitely partly annoyed with myself since the monetary delta on this loss is about $400. (Jeez… what is it with me and expensive mistakes sometimes?)
But there is another part of myself that really isn’t stressing this all that much, which is where the weird feeling comes in. This “not stressing” is a very un-Mrs-PoP reaction. “Not stressing” is not generally how friends and family would describe me, especially when it comes to important documents. Yes, I’m checking Mint a few times a day on my phone (instead of my typical once or twice a week) keeping an eye out for fraudulent charges. But I feel like I’m still in the watch and wait mode and hoping that my wallet just magically turns up.
Tentatively, I’m willing to “watch and wait” for another week or so before starting to call credit card companies to get new cards issued. Unfortunately (by which I mean – entirely due to my irresponsibility), my wallet was chock full of various cards, so this affects all but three cards numbers available to us at any given time. Four if you count Mr PoP’s corporate AmEx as available for us to use, which I think everyone (including Mr PoP’s employer) agrees it really isn’t. =)
So yeah… This is the first time I’ve lost a wallet in 20 years. And honestly, part of me is still convinced my brother stole my wallet that time since I had just received a $50 cash prize for racking up the second-most volunteer hours at church youth group. The crisp $50 bill was in my wallet, and *that* wallet was last seen in my Kaboodle, spring 1996. It is a strange coincidence that the more cash (and in higher denominations) I have in my wallet, the more likely it is to go missing… Pretty sure I can’t blame my brother on this one since he lives a couple thousand miles away.
Anyhow… Have you seen my wallet? =)
Am I doing the right thing by watching and waiting a little bit? What would you do in my shoes?