Inspiration Thursday #65

Some kind person left this in my bathroom. Thank you. 

This week has been one of the worst weeks in New York. My Blackberry got stolen (that's another phone I've lost), asdfghjk!!! So did my I-pod, asdfghjk!!! I got attacked by bed bugs (that includes my face) and my retarded skin decided it wanted to get all swollen. Bank accounts are still getting sorted from being hacked. This is not a racist comment it is based on fact from the fraud office, screw you Nigerian hacking m***** f***kers! Get out of my accounts because I am not in the mood. However, as my wise aunt Mary said to me when I left for New York, "Just remember when it gets hard think 'what can I learn from this?'. Everything happens for a reason". And that is what I have been doing everyday this week. This is what I have learn't so you don't have to experience the same:

1. If you're in America and you have a very bad experience with anything that needs medical attention threaten to sue them. I don't find any happiness in threatening anybody with anything, but after not sleeping for 3 days I was about to lose it. Justified.
2. Tape your phone to your hand like you're playing a really serious game of scrumpy. This is the second time I've lost a phone here. This time it was my Blackberry (I almost shed a tear). I am now torturing myself with a Nokia that looks like it transported itself here from 2002. And I feel like a 12 year old using it.
3. Realise how important your I-pod is. Since mine has been stolen I feel musically naked.
4. Never trust hotel cleaners. Enough said. I hope you assholes enjoy your new phone and I-pod. Karma gon' get you. And breathe.
5. Smile through it all. Repeat again. And again.
6. Get hooked on the show 'Revenge' so you feel like you're being productive.
7. Check you emails because Dad sent you a really positive and happy message.
8. Write in your diary. This will make a great story some day and it's therapeutic.
9. Think to yourself, "It can't possibly get any worse than this. The only way is up."
10. Find an alcohol store selling some cheap Oyster Bay. Get a little tipsy and write notes in secret places for people to find when they move into your room.

I also forgot to mention that I overlooked that it was St Patricks day this weekend, and the place I wanted to rebook at was full. That leaves me in a bit of a pickle, or more like a giant stew. But for fear of my whole family having a heart attack I have found somewhere in Brooklyn to stay over the weekend. Thank goodness Nana is away on holiday because I'm pretty sure I may have put her in hospital with that one. But if you happen to have found internet somewhere in Otago, Nana, I'm fine. Don't stress. ENJOY yourself!

And I'm out.
Peace, Morgs