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I'm finally back! It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry for my absence, but I had to deal with dumb ol' midterms. All of that is over and done with, however, and I am now on Spring Break. It's a lovely feeling, not having any homework due on Monday. No papers, no tests, no nothing. Of course, this feeling will be short-lived and will disappear once school starts back up again next Monday, but I'm not going to think about that. I'm going to sleep in, relax, read, and veg out all week long. It's going to be epic. Epic and wonderful.

Let me just tell you about last week, though. It was AWFUL. Really and truly awful. And that's big coming from me, because I try to make sure that I have at least one positive thing to say about stuff like this. But there was nothing. Not a single thing went right.

First off: I ordered a dress for a recital I have coming up in April and for a competition in late March, and when it got here I tried it on. It's around 3 sizes too big. I mean, that's not a big deal, because I can always get it altered, but added on to everything else that went on this past week, it was just annoying.

Secondly: I got sick. I had a really bad head cold that started on Saturday and has lasted until today. I'm much better now, but there was a point where I literally could not breath out of my nose for a couple of days even with the use of a decongestant. It was gross.

Thirdly: One week from today, Friday, I was on my way home from having lunch with a friend in Bellevue, when I looked in my rear window and saw a cop on a bike with his lights on. Craaaaaap. I looked down at my speedometer. 42mph. Huh? I was driving in a 45mph limit zone. Why the hell was this dude pulling me over? I parked in a nearby neighborhood, and the cop came up to me and asked for my driver's license and proof of insurance. I handed him both.

"What was I doing?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, Ma'am," he said snottily, "I clocked you as going 66 mph in a 45 mph zone."

"I'm sorry, what??"

He didn't even pay attention to my obvious disbelief. He instead walked back to his little motorcycle and pulled out his ticket pad and wrote me a ticket. When he tried to hand me the ticket, I was the epitome of polite.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I was absolutely not driving 66 mph. When you pulled me over, I was going just under 45."

"My scanner said differently, Ma'am." He emphasized Ma'am with a little sneer. I couldn't believe it. Who acts like that?

"Well, I'm not signing that." I may have had a little attitude here.

"That's fine. Just fill out the information, and you can take me to court." Seriously? What a douche.

So I took the ticket. When he left, I called my Mom and cried over the phone. I'm not a big crier, but the best way to get a tear from me is to frustrate me. When I cry, it's because I can think of nothing else to do. So I'm crying on the phone to my Mom, because there's no way I can take him to court. I mean, they're not going to take my word - a 23 year old college student - over a police officer's that I wasn't going 66 mph. And he's a Bellevue cop and has nothing better to do than make my life a living hell, so it's not like he wouldn't show up for a court date.

In the end, I decided to just pay the ticket, but I'm going to go to traffic school so my insurance doesn't jump up. Dumb cop. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

We're not done, yet.

Fourthly: For those of you who don't know, I work at a pet sitting company in East Nashville, and that's what I do on the weekends. We make runs three times a day to houses and let dogs out, feed them, etc while their owners are on vacation or having a long day at work. It might sound like a lot, but I love my job. :)

Well, on Thursday night, I went to one of these houses, and when I walked in, I sensed immediately that something was wrong. I've been to this house several times before this instance, so I know my way around and can tell if something is hugely different. I start walking around, and I quickly realize that this house has been robbed. The tv has been pulled away from the outlet, but it's still there. In the bedroom, all of the owner's drawers have been pulled out, their contents strewn all over the floor. The closet has been gone through as well. All of the kitchen cabinets have been thrown wide open, but nothing seems to be missing. That's the thing. The house is a total mess, but nothing is gone. Not that I can tell, anyway. The owner's credit cards, id, and social security card are sitting out in the open in his bedroom, but they're not gone. It's bizarre. Not only that, but there are no signs of forced entry. Both the front and back door are locked, so I'm totally confused.

I call my boss, and she calls the owner while I call the police who take at least 45 minutes to get there. When he gets there, he's nice but completely useless. Since there is no sign of a break in (other than the carnage held within the house's walls) he can't file a report until the owner gets home and can figure out what's missing.

The policeman leaves, but I'm not done there, yet. I have to wait for a friend of the owner's to show up and survey the damage. They get there around 30 minutes later, and we discover that whoever is there has pilfered his Wii, but that's the only thing we can find that's missing. We also found out that they entered into the house by way of the bedroom window.

I got home that night around 1am. Blargh. It's crap like this that makes me lose all faith in humanity.

BUT! That was last week. This week is much better. Better by leaps and bounds, actually. As I said, it's Spring Break, and all of my midterms are done and over with. Whew. Time for some MAJOR relaxation.

Peace.
Stef.

Comments

dorkvader said…
Holy cow! sounds like fu-un *sarcasm*
Seriously though, I totally know you're pain. It seems like weeks from heck are getting dealt to just about every body in the past while.
Ha, maybe awesome people having their lives go well froze heck over :P

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