Dude, Where's My Car... Key

There comes a time in every persons life when they realize its time to grow up.

My alarm went off at 5:30am this morning- a tad early considering I didn't have to be at work until 7:30am. Why was my alarm going off? I rolled over and went back to sleep. At 6:15am I work up again and checked my phone.

Text from Ariana at 1:30am: "I have your car keys."

Text from Camille at 1:33am: "Ariana has your car keys please don't leave the house, its not safe to be out right now."

Text from Ariana at 5:45am: "Pick you up at 6:30am, we'll ride to work together... bad news... I don't really have your car keys."

I roll over and do a face/palm (I feel like I do this a lot in my life)... give myself a minute to regroup and then pull myself out of bed. I turn on the lights and survey myself in the mirror. I'm in full running gear- heart rate monitor and all. Great. I grab my clutch from the night before- its completely empty- cash, credit card, drivers license and car keys all gone. I remember pulling out everything save my car keys when I got home last night so they had to be somewhere... at least I wasn't a complete failure.

I check the time, 6:20am. Ten minutes. I run to the bathroom brush my teeth, fix my smudged eyeliner and throw my hair up in a pony tail.

My phone starts to vibrate. Ariana is outside waiting with coffee and an everything bagel- ANGEL. ANGEL.

By the time we get in to work I've remembered everything from the night before. Drove to Ariana, Ashley and Erica's house downtown. Parked my car on the street and we walked to State Street. 12:30am Camille picked me up downtown on her way home from work. 1am I laced up my running shoes to retrieve my car... halfway down the street I realize I do not have my car key. I run back home tear my room apart, still no keys. None of my friends have seen them either- although Ariana says she has them to make me go to bed (smart girl).

I spend the first 30 minutes at work researching locksmiths (I figure this is ok since I am 30 minutes early and not clocked in). $250 to rekey my car. FML. Time to grow up Jillian. Time to grow up.

Hope this never happens to you.

XOXO, Jildo.