A Series of Unfortunate Events

To all that is holy, I shake my fist at you. To all that is karmic, or cosmic, curse you and the horse you rode in on.
I've just had the worst five days of my life. Not that they're the worst I've ever had, but simply that this past string of five days, from Friday to today, has been the worst ever (the karma-cursing, fist-shaking probably doesn't help, but since when have I really believed in that, anyway?).
Let's start with Friday: I was the RA on duty for the last serious night of duty of the year. It was to be my last night of duty ever, since I am not returning to the RA staff or ResLife for at least a year. And why shouldn't I have closed out my year with a bang? My duty phone has never been called so often in my entire year as an RA - it was practically jumping out of my jeans pocket with students calling to check out of their rooms/apartments. Our office had closed at 9pm, but students did not seem aware of this policy, and called begging to be checked out. I, the kind soul that I am, ran to and fro from the office all night; I believe my last checkout was around 1am.
At around 10:30pm, during a brief spell from phone-ringing, I was taking a break in Juliet's apartment. I checked my personal phone and noticed that I had missed four calls, including one from my mother and one from my sister. My mother had left a rather urgent voicemail, so I returned her call first. What ensued was the worst shouting match she and I have had in quite some time, over my credit card. Long story short, Mom screamed at me about bad credit and irresponsibility, and I shouted back about work and stress. She apparently wiped her hands of me, and I hung up, shaking terribly. I burst into tears; Juliet (having overheard my end of the fight from her living room) rushed in to console me. While still rather traumatized, my duty phone rings yet again; Juliet leaves me in her room to calm down while she goes to handle the check out. Bless her.
I eventually calm myself down enough to call the credit card company - who tells me that there is nothing wrong with my card, no large transaction waiting to be authorized by me. Frustrated that all this anger and stress has been fueled by what the nice man says is nothing, I change my contact number and hang up. I called my sister back, rightly assuming that my mother had called her when she couldn't get a hold of me. Once Jane's kind voice came over the phone, I burst into tears again. She gave me time to calm down, said everything would be alright, and we eventually ended our conversation with me saying, rather unconvincingly, that I would be fine.
To wrap up the night, I had to alcohol confrontations, one in my own building. An extremely important binder, the one that the RA on duty carries with them, mysteriously disappeared, containing my notes on the incident in my building (which, by the way, I was going to simply not report, until one of the girls present - a Muir student, and a friend to many of my residents - pissed me off to no end). It miraculously reappeared outside my door the next morning, with the notes still missing.
I honestly don't know what they were playing at, removing the binder from my presence, since they were all my residents. Stupid, since it'll probably get them into deeper trouble, once I turn in my report.
Saturday, I relaxed with Fadiya and Michael on the beach, then returned to campus for the checkout shift. Once that was done, I bid everyone a very bad good-bye, considering that I'd worked with them for a year, and wouldn't be seeing them for quite a while. I was so fed up with being on campus, though, that I simply had to leave, and after a round of hugs, I left.
Saturday night was good, relatively. Spent some quality time with Chris, Fadiya, and Michael, which I really needed.
Sunday, I took Morgan and Sean to the airport. I don't know if Sean made his flight or not, since we ran late (I blame the pub's bad service), but that was another stressful half-hour. After dropping Morgan off, I returned to campus, shuttled some more items from my room to my apartment, and then went to graduation.
Monday - my car very nearly gets towed. I came back from campus, where I'm involved in hiring a new Sixth staff member (mainly sitting in on interviews and giving my opinions on the prospects), parked in what I had believed was my spot, and then puttered around my apartment for a little while. At some point, I realized that my purse was missing, and went out to my car. Luckily for me, since, as I approached the parking lot, I noticed a tow truck removing a blue Corolla - MY blue Corolla. I immediately flagged the nice man down, who informed me that there was a $79 drop fee. And that I had to pay in cash. Right then and there.
I don't have that kind of money on me at this point, either in cash or in my bank account. Paying rent without making money is a bit of a pain, to say the least. I called Kevin, who kindly drove me to the mall, which had the nearest BofA ATM machine. Along the way, I make a frantic phone call to Jane, asking her to deposit some money into my bank account. I withdraw the funds, Kevin drives me back, I pay the kind man, and I have my car safely returned to me.
Jane called me later, to make sure everything was alright. I very nearly burst into tears again as we talked about my current finances (very little) and my options (very few). I said I was going to find a job as soon as I got back from Korea - no point in taking a job, only to require a near three-week long vacation. She asked me what I was going to do if I didn't find one immediately, I said that right now, I need to hope on finding one immediately. We ended our conversation with her assuring me that I could ask her again for help, and that I need not pay her back immediately.
Sometimes, I really loathe money.
Today wasn't so bad, in retrospect. Earlier in the day, I thought I'd lost my car keys; I retraced my steps, with no luck, then rummaged through my rather messy apartment. They turned up in a bag; they had fallen off my little grappling hook thing, that I have my keys on. The hook thing isn't very secure, and I should have changed it before, but alas. In any case, I found my keys within 10 minutes of fearing them to be lost, and immediately transferred them to my more secure hook.
Keep your fingers crossed for me that nothing else goes wrong. I'm driving home tomorrow, to return Monday. The last interview takes place on Tuesday morning, and then I'll head home again immediately after that, to prepare for my trip to Korea. Hell, I could really use a vacation.