you are a creep

Today this guy comes into our office saying he has a meeting with one of the people in our legal department, after a few minute it becomes clear that he does not have a meeting but is trying to drop something off for them. While he is waiting for someone to come out his dude proceeds to do a number of creepy things. First he starts kinda singing/humming to himself. Then he opens a magazine and begins reading the articles half allowed, he also at one point was pacing around the reception area. Finally someone comes out to talk to him. Since he was basically just dropping stuff off they begin going through it on the counter in front of me. Sooo I realize right away when he begins drinking a half empty bottled water that someone in the office had left there. I almost wanted to say 'sir, do you realize you are drinking someone else's water', but I held back. He asks the woman if she can make a few copies of something, so while she is gone he starts asking me all this stuff. If I like working in this area, blah blah blah. Then he asks if I like NYC and how it compares to LA (which is weird to randomly ask because he had no idea if I've ever been there). I tell him that, yes I like NY and then talk about it a little. He goes, yeah I've never been there so it's interesting to hear about. Then he says something about the weather being better here and if only we could have a NY on the west coast, because (and I quote) he lived in NY for a few years and it was great. Excuse me, did you not say just 30 seconds before that you have never been to NY??? And you are STILL drinking that water. He asks a few more weird things like which venues I like, I'm then saved by the woman coming back with the copies he wanted. She leaves, he gathers his things nervously (and creepily) and then looks around like he forgot to do something. Now he has been here way too long and it's making me uncomfortable. I kept shooting him looks like 'why are you still here'. Finally he leaves and takes the water bottle with him. Weird.

Dog

These pictures are kinda small...ooo well.

There is currently a very smelly dog laying on the floor of my kitchen (probably in its own pee) with a plastic medical cone on it's head. This is another long story.



July 6th, while returning late that night, my roommate notices a dog running near the street, as she opened the garage the dog ran in and up to her car. So she calls me and I come down to asses the situation. It's a little black dog, I think about 6-8 months old, she was skinny but not that bad and she had a collar. We decide to take her to our apartment and then try to find the owners / figure out what to do with her.We posted a bunch of stuff on the internet saying we found her and checked the area for lost dog signs. A few days later my roommate takes her to the local animal shelter to see if she has a chip. Little did we know that when you take a dog to a shelter and tell them that you found it, they are legally not allowed to let you leave with the dog, something about how we could have stolen it (who steals a dog and then takes it to the shelter, stupid). So now the poor little puppy is in the big bad shelter, where they say they need to hold her for 4 days in case the owner shows up to claim her (they were not able in find a chip). These shelters are really really over populated and sad. Having already become attached to the dog there was no way we were gonna leave her in there knowing that it has such a high kill rate for the animals.



Come Saturday we show up to free her from the shelter. The plan is the take her and then try to find someone to adopt her ourselves (since the owners never showed to claim her). After a lot of confusion about whether or not we can actually take her, they let us know that since they have to get her fixed we can adopt her but they will keep her over the weekend and take her to the vet on Monday. We pay the $90 and fill out all the forms. It was sad that they would not let us take her for the weekend since she got all excited thinking she was leaving with us. My roommate picked her up Monday from the vet after the surgery. It was an additional $80 because they claimed that she was in heat (which may or may not be a scam). We wanted the vet to give her a bath before the surgery since we got sooooo dirty at the shelter and because you can't wash them for 2 weeks after the surgery. BUT they said it would be at least $50 just for a bath so we decided against it. Possibly a mistake. She is very stinky and has caked on dirt in her fur. Gross. Also she is way skinnier then we was when we first found her and she is shedding like crazy. However she is really sweet and having her around makes me really miss having a dog, even if she smells and is dirty.

If anyone is looking for a dog let me know!

I have a nemesis - long story

For awhile now I have been parking in a lot where my work pays for monthly parking access. They give us little mirror tags each month which we are to hang on the mirror (which I did). Now the attendant who is there when I park in the morning knows my car so he knows I'm a monthly parker. However apparently the night attendant does not so he complained to the morning guy that he could not see my tag (something about my mirror being too far back) so the morning guy asks if I can leave it on the dash instead, which I did. So being that I'm now required to move the tag on and off my dash I occasionally forget in the morning to put it up (usually not an issue). One evening when I am leaving the night attendant stops me - he needs to see my parking tag because I forgot to put in on the dash that day. Fine, whatever I show it to him. He immediately asks why it's not hanging on my mirror, I explain, to which he says "no one asked you to move it, the policy says it needs to be on the mirror or I can tow your car". We argue about this a little more (he actually gives me a printed copy of the policy, which is a fun read) until I realize it is stupid and I hang it on the mirror and consider the topic closed.

Until today. He stops me as I enter the building to park asking where my tag is. I point to the mirror and tell him it's right there. He tells me he can't really see it that well (I restrain from asking him what the hell he would like me to do about that). He then tells me I have the wrong parking tag. So not to make this story longer then it is already BUT the parking company delivers the tags to my work and then we distribute them to the employees, however they never ever get them to us on time so we end up having the ones from the previous month for about a week into the new month. Whatever this has never been an issue till now. I explain this to him and say there is really nothing I can do about it since it's his companies issue. He keeps telling me I have the wrong type of tag and should not be allowed to park here. For a minute I thought he was actually not going to let me park. I tell him I'll ask about it at work and he eventually gives up. So I tell my boss this. In part so she is aware and will maybe try to get them to give the tags to us on time and also because I don't want this guy stopping me all the time and basically being a jerk. I had to leave today at lunch for an appointment and when I get to the garage I see that a car is blocking mine in (this happens pretty often) I also note that mine is the only car being blocked in (so it was probably not on purpose but I wonder...). When I ask him to move the car he starts telling me how CIM complained to his manager about the tag issue and someone was saying that he told them he could have their car towed. At this point I'm pretty uncomfortable with this conversation because he definitely thinks it was me. He then denies saying anything about towing the car and says how he is gonna get in trouble because I have the wrong tag. Anyway it was weird and I don't like it. I thought maybe if his manager told him people were complaining he could knock it off not try to confront me about it. I just want to not be stopped every morning when all I'm trying to do is park.

So this is probably not a big deal but I enjoy blowing things out of proportion it takes some of the boredom out of my day.

Also when I got back from my appointment he had closed the entrance to the garage (they do this sometimes when it gets really full) so I had to park in a different lot...right now I think the score is parking attendant - 2, me - 1. I'm going to have to work on that.

oh no

not good

bored at work

Due to my department at work hiring a temp to work on a project (this is stupid on a level that need not be discussed, but whatever) and them setting her up the in other desk that I use when not at the reception desk I have found myself with a good two hours everyday with out anything to do and no computer (place to sit for that matter) to waste time on. I basically wander around the office and organize useless things (or go on walks/get coffee/go shopping) during this time. The one benefit of this is that I now value my time in front of a computer more.

fun things on the internet:

this

that

this I don't get

and of course

something's going on here

I think I'm starting to show the early signs of sleep-walking (well maybe not), regardless something very strange is happening. You should know that as a general rule I'm always cold and when I sleep this is made even worse by the fact that I'm not moving/the AC is really strong in my room. So I tend to sleep wearing a lot of clothes (I'm very sexy). The first time 'it' happened I went to sleep wearing yoga pants, t-shirt, hoodie and socks (not joking about the cold thing) however I awoke NOT WEARING PANTS. I'm not a sound sleeper, I don't do things in my sleep and not remember it - at least I never use to. To make it worse my pants were across the room laying in my the closet. I definitely thought this was weird but I said 'hey maybe I just got really angry at the pants in my sleep and threw them from my bed'. Makes sense right?

Last night it happened again. I went to sleep in pants, a long sleeve shirt with a t-shirt over it (don't ask) and socks. This time when I woke up the long sleeve shirt was in a pile at the end of my bed. SOMEHOW in the night I took off both the long and short sleeved shirts and then put the short sleeved shirt back on. All with no memory of this whatsoever. Now I'm freaked out - what else am I doing in my sleep? Also if I got hot why put the t shirt back on? I have my own room, who am I being modest for? So it's settled, I'm going to start locking myself in at night.