ARG. FUCK.

[elbales]

I am helping solicit contributions for a raffle that Project Read, the community org for which I volunteer, is putting on in November. I got a lovely pair of $25 gift certificates from a cool little consignment shop in Pacifica. I got them last week and had planned to drop them off at the PR office on Friday or Monday. For various reasons having to do with health (mine and others'), I didn't. I tucked them in their plain envelope into one of the folders PR gave me and put the folders aside until today, when I went to see about getting more contributions.

Now I can't find the certificates. FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCK. If I can't dig them out of this shithole of a room soon, I am going to have to go back to the consignment shop owner and hand her $50 of my own money and ask nicely if she could please sell me a couple more certificates because I was such as jerk as to lose the ones she so kindly donated.

FUCK.
*grump*

I hate losing things. I am supposed to be the organized one. This is why I pay all the bills, because my husband loses them and I don't. Plus, to make it even worse, I have a committee meeting tomorrow at 9 for the fundraiser, and I'm going to have to admit to everyone that I lost a contribution. Or maybe I'll just say nothing and feel guilty.