I was robbed.

There is a lot I need to be blogging about right now. I have yet to update on the first meet (terrible) or any of the adventures I’ve undertaken while being out here (fabulous). But all of that is being overshadowed by the intense frustration and anger I’m experiencing. Someone had the nerve to rob me. Me…of all people. I am the one person staying in this expensive hotel that does not have a dollar to spare and yet I have all of mine taken. It’s ironic really but unfortunately it’s the truth.

Here is a condensed version of the ordeal. We are staying in these extended stay apartments for the two weeks we’ve been in Melbourne and while we’ve been here I’ve kept all of my cash in my bedside drawer. I brought cash from the United States because I was unsure if we would be receiving per diem but we did in fact receive money for the entire time we would be out here when we arrived. So, I decided I would take my driver’s license, all of my U.S. dollars along with my Australian dollars and keep it in an envelope hidden in the drawer, underneath my undergarments. Every day I would take out cash for food only for that day so as not to overspend and make sure my money lasted me the whole time. Today, as we were on our way out to dinner, I went for the envelope to get out some cash and the whole thing was gone.

I have learned that there were a few other shady incidents at the hotel today that were probably related to my own, but so far mine has been the only cash they got away with. It’s a sucky situation no matter what, but it’s heightened by the fact that I don’t have money to lose. If I got robbed and I was rich then I’d just be pissed, but since they robbed me and I’m poor, now I’m screwed. Bringing cash with me from the States seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’m kicking myself. And unlike my roommate, who spent most her per diem on an expensive purse, I was trying to be responsible and use mine only for food so I wouldn’t come out of pocket. So now I’m out a purse, food money for the rest of the week, and everything else in my pocket. This is the one time that I made the wrong choice when convincing myself not to shop.