Just another update

Another Friday. About time. I, for one, cannot wait for this day to be over and yet, it has hardly begun.

Last night I had dinner with a friend at O'Zone Pizza Pub in Pensacola. Very good. Kind of dark and posters of The Ramones and Pink Floyd. It was Ladies' Night last night (I've never liked that name. It says "ladies" but it really means "for men." Plus there's that really bad song about ladies' night). Anyway, my pizza cost less than my beer which was both wonderful and a travesty. It was 7" of crispy goodness with chicken, roasted garlic and artichokes.

I didn't get home until almost 10 and a few minutes later, Blake got home. It's been a long week for both of us. The good news is that I got to pull the car all the way into the garage for the first time ever.

Blake sold his 4-wheeler. It was bittersweet for him, I know. I, frankly, couldn't have cared less one way or the other. I hadn't been on it since college. Whatevs. He got very good money for it considering how old it was, but he took good care of it and replaced a lot of stuff when he got it. So it's gonesky. The money is deposited, awaiting the day when Blake will buy his motorcycle.

I am currently in the "I'm okay with it" phase of the motorcycle. In a few months I will be in the "do you have to get one?" phase. It's how it works.

He showed me the jacket he wants. It is cool in its retro-y way. He is completely in love with it. I think it looks like a tube sock. Google it yourself because I'm to lazy to do it for you. It's the Triumph Romero.

Free Starbucks Courtesy of Elias Clark (no free coffee actually involved)

No, I'm not giving away free coffee. I'm refering to The Devil Wears Prada (the book, not the movie), where Andrea Sachs buys coffee for the homeless on her daily trips to get coffee for her satanic, evil boss as a way to passive-aggressively stick it to the company.

What has this to do with my day? Unfortuantely, not fabulous free clothes or Starbucks. No, my friends, the common thread is the homeless.

The building I'm temping in has had a homeless problem for a month. It started a month ago with a man lurking around the parking lot and exposing himself to passersby. Since then, there have been multiple sightings in and around the building, on various floors. By the way, if I was going to take up residence in a business building that didn't want me, I'd wait until they kicked me out at least once before I started exposing myself. Anyway....

I come into work yesterday and read about it in the "while I'm gone" e-mail. It sounds kind of, well, creepy as hell. This is an office building, though, with lots of people in it.

Then, there is the second floor.

The second floor is where I must trek at least once, probably three, times a day. The mailboxes and FedEx drop box are located there. It is quiet. One of the fluorescent lights is busted. There is various mail trash on the floor. It's basically one Freddy Kruger away from being a horror movie. BUT, this is an office, and there are people around.

Today, the main receptionist called to check in. She hoped I wasn't too creeped out when I read her e-mail about it. I told her that yes, it was indeed kind of scary. Why sugarcoat? The tone of the e-mail was, "they haven't harmed anybody....... YET!"

She then proceeds to tell me not to worry, that the building engineer walks around and everyone's really good about reporting incidents.

Except for the second floor.

There are no tenents there.

Read: There is no one to hear you scream.

P.S., she never goes down there alone. She always asks a coworker to walk with her.







THANKS FOR TELLING ME IN YOUR E-MAIL!!!!!!!!!









that is all.