Ok, so I'm really not amused by this snow. Took this from my back window around 5pm. Maybe I'm not crazy to turn the heat on after all.



And aside from that, what a lame day. A shithole thursday, perhaps.

(though this article (about Londoners "flashmobbing" in the subway to their ipods) is amusing )

Speaking of ipods- the day started with our "office" at work getting burglarized. My bag was stolen, and then later recovered by the elevators- sans ipod. :( However two co-workers fared worse- one girl had her purse including wallet and keys stolen- the empty purse was later found across the street in the psych ward, and one guy had his whole bag, including suit and shoes for an interview tomorrow, not to mention kes/wallet/ipod taken. Some clothes recovered later.

I mean what the fuck. Shit like that makes me so ANGRY. I mean, who just thinks it's ok to steal people's stuff?? Either it was an "inside job" by someone who has access to the room, or someone didn't close the door all the way. But even if the door was open, the room is quite off the beaten path, and no one has any reason to be there- especially from 6-8 am, which is when it happened.

But when the guy called his credit card to cancel it- they said it had already been used 4 times in a 20 minute period at the delta sonic up the street- which has cameras all over... If the BPD can get off their asses and do their job, they should be able to find him on the tapes. They could also try to get prints off the glossy leather portfolio that was moved to get at the other girls wallet. BPD said they were sending a detective, but somehow I'm not holding my breath.

So while I'm bummed to be out an ipod (and fancy headphones, too), it's nothing irreplaceable. At least I got my research files, jump drive, etc back.

So that was the start to my day. Made me miss my only case, too.

Then I had a meeting with the boss... had no idea if I was in trouble or what. Fortunately I am not, and it went fine, but that was stressful.

Then the guy at work that tries to flirt with me, tried to flirt with me some more, and denied his relationship with his GF. Shady.

Then an email that the ex is looking to buy a house with my successor. That hurt a little. Shouldn't but it did. They've been together for a shorter time than we were- and I could barely get him to spend the night. Ah well.

DID have a bit of a civil chat with 'the boy' though. not sure if that's a good thing or not. I should have let it go, but I couldn't help myself. But he was civil, and I'm much more at peace with it all now. Not sure if that makes it easier or harder to move on.

Then I walk out to my car and get shoes full of slush. My parents said it's supposed to hit 70 in RI today- freak heat wave. Guess I will have to ask the landlords to clear their golf clubs out of my side of the garage a little earlier than I expected.

Supposed to meet ajay tonight since I can't make it tomorrow, but I dunno what my motivation will be like. Hot mulled cider and cozy pjs on the couch with grey's is sounding pretty good right about now...

Oh great. My fucking power just went out and I'm running on backup.

Guess i'd better hit publish!

oh yeah, the backup doesn't run the wireless. But power is back already. Just off long enough to make the clocks blink 12:00.

Think I should go nonetheless.

Enjoy the snow, peeps! :/

-J

Ok, I've joked before about being a drama magnet- but this is getting out of control.

I talk to my family all-the-time. But generally I call them. And I never use my home phone. So when my home phone rings, it's usually not good news. Usually a telemarketer. But when my home phone rings and it's my family- I always get a lump in my throat and my heart speeds up and I fear the worst. My latest fear is that one of the dogs has died. Of course, usually there's no bad news. Usually mom saw something funny on tv, or heard a good joke or something. But last summer when mom called it was because my aunt had just been killed in a car accident.

And today, my dad and brother are at motorcycle racing school.

So when the phone rang, and I saw Mom on caller ID, I thought "oh crap". Then I thought "settle down... see what she has to say..." And she starts out "al?" and I can already tell her voice is wobbly, and panic rises again... She's slow spitting it out, and all I'm thinking is "dad and wood are dead... dad and wood are dead..." and I'm hoping "well maybe just injured. Please just be injured. Anything but dead."

Well, after all that build-up - the good news is, no one is dead. Or even (physically) injured.

And the truth is probably too private to post.

All I can say is... my sister fucked up. Big time. And I just hope she can fix it.

I called her when I got off the phone, but she's crying so hard she can't form words. Will try again later.

I'm not a praying person, but this deserves a prayer. :(

God help you sis.
But I love you anyway.

[and to my unwelcome guest- maybe you don't care about this 'fat fuck', but I think some of my friends do. Either man up and talk to my face (and sign your name), or don't talk at all, you little chicken shit. And know this is the last response you will get from me.]

first- can I just say how awesome Lost is?
I just watched last night's premiere, and I am so pissed that i have to wait a whole week for it to be on again.

And secondly- random question for you guys:
Have you ever heard of deodorant BLEACHING clothes?? I mean, I've heard of the pits of white shirts getting yellowed out over time... but today I'm wearing this cute blue tshirt that I just got... it was fine when I put it on... and i just noticed the mirror- the armpits are WHITE. Like bleach stains.
WTF! All I can think of is deodorant... but it's never happened before. But I think my shirt is ruined. I'm so mad!

But first I want to say- thanks everyone, for the moral support. But please know, I didn't write that post in the hopes that everyone would come tell me that I'm not fat. Because I am a little fat. And I don't love it, but I'm ok with it, and I'm working on it. My point was just that if the worst someone can come up with is that I'm fat and say "boy" too much- then I think I'm doing ok.

Ok, but to the point of my post.

Have you ever had those dreams where you find a secret place? I love those dreams. Like I find a secret door in the back of my closet that leads to like another whole house that no one knows about... Or a secret attic... Stuff like that.

Well I kind of feel like that happened to me yesterday- AT WORK.

The OR and our little office is on the third floor. The door to the parking lot, the cafeteria, and medical records is on the first floor. I have very little reason to ever go on 2. I wanted to go from 3 to 1, so I started down the stairs. Then absentmindedly stopped on two. I was halfway down the hall when I realized I was on the wrong floor. But then all of the sudden I came across this door (apologies for camera-phone pix):


A little sign said "solarium". So I tried it... and it was unlocked! And it led to this room:






It's a neat room. I think it's built off an old exterior wall- because one wall is brick, with obviously filled-in windows.

And It had neat old furniture in it, including this desk/secretary.


Now I have always loved old desks with all their secret compartments... So I tried this one- it opened. And was full of old records.


And instructions.


Please tell me I am not alone in thinking this was an awesome discovery. I immediately went and got my books, then turned on the lights, kicked off my shoes, and curled on one of the couches to study. I *may* have even rocked out to my ipod for a little while. And talked on the phone. I am TOTALLY making that place my new secret headquarters. Assuming it's still there when I go back. ;) And the door is still unlocked.

Maybe I *am* Callie from Grey's- the 'fat' chick dancing around (though I was in more than underwear) in my secret room in the hospital. :)

Hope you all had a Happy Monday. I finally cooked for the first time in about a month, and got lots of little crap done around the house. Finally decided it's not longer A/C season. :(

Ok, back to work.

-J

P.s. to my new reader- welcome, and thanks for stopping by. :)

So... I just came back from a lovely evening at 24 Linwood... Sorry I had to leave early, but I have to work in the AM. The house is gorgeous guys- nice job. :) And I met a bunch of new peeps- (e:twisted) , (e:kookcity2000) , (e:hodown) , (e:carolinian) ... and saw lots of other people I hadn't seen in a while. Good people, good drinks, good food, lovely setting- thanks everyone.

So then as I gathered up my stuff to leave, my phone beeped at me. A message. I had yet another anonymous post-it.

This one says:

@ 09/30/06 22:36 Guest wrote:

is there a fat chick on that show, because if there was it would be you..i don't know because i don't watch it...

What a lovely way to end the evening!

I don't even know what to say.

Fat, huh?

Is that the best you can do? Pick on my physical characteristics?
Wow, I'm so hurt.

Either I am engendering a lot of ill will throughout buffalo and this is someone new, or, more likely, my previous 'hater' is back.

By resorting to petty, anonymous, name- calling you show yourself for who you are- a judgmental, cowardly, bitch.

I feel no need to defend myself to you.

Next time you feel the need to insult me, why don't you be an adult and sign your name.

-J

p.s. Where were the (e:larsons)?

And p.p.s. To answer the question- yes there is a "fat chick" on the show- and for the record, she's the hot/sexy one.