The Case of the Missing Towel: Update

Don't get excited... it is not a good one. I have checked my apartment every night for the towel, still telling myself that I just misplaced it. It still isn't there.

While the cable guy was there the other night I got brave... I lifted the bar and pulled the slider and sure enough it was unlocked, as was the screen door. Potentially, I could have forgotten to put the bar down... But the fact that not only was the bar up, but the doors were unlocked as well, makes things even more unlikely.

While he was there I went through my, now standard, routine of checking every closet and every potential hiding place.

The cable guy was looking at me like I was crazy!

Bravery

I may have been in my bathtub with my purse (containing all my important identifying documents), my phone and a pillow; but I am happy to report that I declined to have someone drive to my house to get me during the tornadoes last night.

Bravery like a lion. Right here.

This Weekend

I am going to a wedding in Cedar Rapids. Guess what I will not be doing!

The Case of the Missing Towel

Last night I had a meeting after work, then had to run a few errands and go to the gym, so I didn't get home until about 9:30. I was washing my face and getting cleaned up from the gym when I noticed that my hair towel was not in its spot. I know that sounds silly, but as you can gather from my post about the exact number of plates and forks I have, I am pretty anal about my apartment and my things. I know specifically that my hair towel was on my bathroom door knob. I even went to put that towel on the hook yesterday morning when I was getting ready and then thought that the dampness of it makes it stay on the knob better than the more dry body towel, so I switched them around.... So when I got home and it wasn't there, I was a little alarmed.

Before I allowed myself to get completely freaked out I searched my apartment. I looked everywhere. Seriously. I even looked in the refrigerator. I know that sounds crazy, but I did wear two different shoes to work one morning, so clearly my mind sometimes wanders in the morning.

The towel is not in my apartment. I keep telling myself that the only rational explanation is that I misplaced the towel (even though I specifically know I didn't) and that it is somewhere in my apartment (even though I know it isn't)....

Here is the other thing, the bar that I keep on my sliding door was up. I was too afraid to see if the door was locked or unlocked, and I may have not put the bar down, but I certainly didn't get a warm fuzzy feeling when I saw that it was up...

So, with my bestie on the phone with me while I checked all closets, I confirmed that I was in fact alone and the towel thief was not in the apartment waiting to off me.

I then settled into bed with the lights and TV on for a very restless nights sleep.

Great Odds

So, the local radio station here is having a contest. Here is what you have to do… First, be the 107 caller, and then the last four digits of your cell phone have to match the number that they say. If that is the case, you win $25,000.

Ok, have you ever called in to a radio station…. To be the lucky numbered caller is an amazing feat itself. But, to not only be the 107th caller, to then have the last four digits of your cell phone number match the random number they happen to say!?!?!? Am I the only one there that sees this as nearly impossible.

Actually, this has inspired me to have a contest. I am going to write down a word on a piece of paper. It can be any word in the Webster’s Dictionary. If you guess the word and what number I happen to be thinking of right now… You win $50,000. Good luck!

Bad day, Could be worse

A few weeks ago I was out with friends and decided that I was just tired and I wanted to go home… So, I said goodbye, grabbed a cab, and was very excited about being home by 10 on a Friday night… just in time to watch my favorite late night TV, Chelsea Handler. Well, as you can probably imagine, I was incredibly pissed when I got home to find that my cable was out.

I called Mediacom, who said that my box was bad. The problem with that is, that I have two boxes… and they were both doing the same thing. The chances of them both going out in the same exact way and the same time, was slim to none. So, of course, I had to schedule an appointment with the service tech. One of the dreaded “four hour increment” appointments that were designed for people without a job…

Six days and 1 hour into my timeslot later, I had cable again. Apparently when the new neighbors got their cable hooked up, mine was pulled out……. Whatever. I was over it at that point and was just happy that I had my cable back.

This morning I wake up and turn on my TV ( last night was the very first night that I have slept with the TV off at my apartment….) to find that my damn cable was out again. I waited on hold for 23 minutes for the Media douche bags only to find out that I have yet again been assigned a service slot. Not the best way to start out my weekend.

In an attempt to pull my head out of the shit cloud that it is seemingly in I came to Starbucks to get some work done, so I wouldn’t have to go into the office on such a beautiful day. Of course, this Starbucks doesn’t have free Wi-fi. I thought that was standard now-a-days. Buy a $18.00 cup of coffee and get to use the internet for free. Apparently not such much, or at least not in my neighborhood.

So, head securely back in the shit cloud, I sat down to drink my coffee. Then I notice a poorly dressed guy, probably about 25 or so, asleep in one of the easy chairs. Why the staff hasn’t kicked him out yet, I don’t know… Next, I look outside to a jaded looking mother watching her son that is about 14 run laps around the tables, while flailing his arms about and yelling. Clearly this kid is a retard (not downs syndrome retarded, more village idiot retarded). And I think to myself…. I could have nothing better to do, or rather no better place to go on a Saturday morning to get some rest than a public place. So rather than being pissed about my cable being out, I should probably be thankful that I have a bed to sleep in and somewhere that I can go to escape. I also need to be thankful that I am not the mental heavy weight running around outside, or worse the poor woman that gave him birth, and thus is forced to accept his dumb ass…..

As you can see, even though I am clearly in a piss poor mood, I am gushing with insight and compassion……..