One time a friend of mine, not me but a friend of mine, completely not me at all, got locked out of her hot "single girl in the city" apartment. The downside to this style of living is that when you're locked out of your apartment, at midnight, after a day that began at 9 am, there is no one to call. My phone was also out of battery. It was the absolute worst. I was late to work that morning too. This day was not my day. I mean it was not my friends day. Cause this is not me here making this huge, dumb mistake. Even when things are bleak, there is usually bitter resentment towards a 'wrong doer' to tide you over, but not tonight! Tonight it was all me and I had to stew in it. Luckily there are several things that I have in my purse, that I will not leave my house without. These things saved me last night. My inner Girl Scout saved my life.
As a constant camp counselor, I am a nervous wreck who worries about everything under the sun. Therefore I am always prepared (see how I made something negative about me into a positive? That's why I'm so fantastic at interviews) I always always have my charger, I even almost had two chargers today but I left my spare at home. (*See above about my neuroses that would make packing two chargers for an ordinary day even a thought in my mind).The second that your phone loses battery you are shot. Especially when you live in a big city and all of your friends decide to go out of town on the same weekend. I would even rather have a charger than my debit card if I had to choose, this one was obvious to me.
Additionally I keep some things in my purse that are self indulgent mood changers, just in case something bad like getting locked out does happen. I found out last night that when it is midnight and you are locked out with no phone you are extremely vulnerable and freaked out, and blaming yourself for everything because it was , in fact, your fault.Bad things happen, mistakes happen, and you did not mean to do it. So you move on and get a little self indulgent/ make the best of what has happened.
Last night I spent the night in an expensive hotel room. I had to do it. It was midnight and I was completely stranded. So I treated it like a mini vacation. I took a long shower, watched SNL ( i dont have a television or cable so this in itself was amazing.) I had left over fries in my purse from earlier that day that day, like the classy lady that I am. I was set. Never in my life have I been so thankful that i was not very hungry that afternoon. As I ate my gooey garlickey greasy fries and watched television in a room that looked like a magazine shoot was going to happen in there, i started to be pretty happy that I made such a colossal mistake. So if life gives you lemons, put them on garlic fries at 1 am.