About a month ago, I had a near-miss situation where I lost the key I had used to lock a locker that had one of my uniform blazers AND my name tag. I had a total freak-out because I'd have to tell my team leader and it would be all-around embarrassing make me look stupid, which is of course my greatest fear (aside from getting fat or pregnant.) By some miracle, I found another key that worked in the lock and disaster was averted.
They just put in new locks at work, to the shower suite and to the employee break
I got home, after a whole shift of trying to stay calm and be surrendered to the idea that I would have to fess up on Monday. The first place I checked was in the garage near the bicycle, where the damn thing had no business being. And there it was.
This is why I don't even bother describing myself as an imperfect atheist anymore. In the immortal words of the Monkees: I'm a believer. Thank you to the Universe, Ganesha, Krishna, Jehovah, Allah, To Whom It May Concern and even Jesus, if he had anything to do with saving my sorry arse once again.
