Identity-challenged

This is a time when I should be studying up grammar for my upcoming exam, and instead I'm here making notes of last week. But noted it needs be.
Having my identity challenged has been the supreme feat:
It all started on Sunday afternoon, when my wallet disappeared along the way between the florist's and my aunt and uncle's house. A 10 minutes walk which had been scrupulously scrutinised for the remainder of the afternoon and night. End-result: nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not once had I imagined I would be scooping rubbish bins that weekend, nor that it would amount to nothing once it happened.
Missing: my ID, driver's license, 2 debit cards, money for paying up the house's bills [yes, a significant amount], and a bunch of highly personal highly emotionally-charged memorabilia.

The next day came along with calls from unknown numbers, which I had missed, and kept regretting - thinking that they might have been from either the Police or some unknown benefactor who could've possibly found my stuff. But no; the truth surged on Tuesday, when it became clear that my family had been the one playing pranks on me. [no comment, really, as none's needed at this point.]

It was also on Monday that I found out that, whereas my passport is good enough to identify me for bank purposes for the Romanian Commercial Bank, that does not apply in the case of the Romanian Development Bank.
And then, the walks to the Police headquarters started: every day putting together one more piece of info, hoping that it might be the day I could submit my papers for having my ID redone. By the way, that didn't happen as yet, and I hope to be able to make it happen tomorrow.

In a different vein, this thread had also been pursed at my new workplace, where 'the System' [huh?!] couldn't process my data, therefore not allowing for my access to 'the System', therefore restricting my... well, everything: from owning a badge to help me move around to an account and its associated password, to everything else having to do with a normal employee's daily endeavours.
What's more, the team I've just joined had already had 2 other persons going by the same first name and the same nickname as myself. And being the newcomer meant struggling to find a different nick, which I dreaded and still do, as it drives me utterly insane. It's my name, okay?! This is how I've been called for years now, and I don't want to have to change that just because I'm the newest one in the department really. Does this make any sense to you? Yeah, to me neither.

By Friday afternoon, 'the System' was finally able to accept and start processing my existence and its implications for its working. But that didn't fully sort out my identity issues. More time, more creativity and more patience will be required for that.