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fixed So, the computer is all fixed. Housecall didn't work..it scanned for 3 hours and then crashed when I told it to fix all that it found. So I did another free online scan, and it fixed everything. At least all that it could find. At least my computer seems to be running better now. I talked to my boss about it again, and he doesn't seem to know anything about it. So I'll just have to trust that. Friday was a weird day. I went to the bathroom at about 9am and noticed that there were a bunch of helicopters flying over head. That's never a good thing. When I came back, I turned on the television to see if we could figure out what was going on, but there was only local programming on. 2 hours later, the helicopters were still swirling, so we turned on the television again. Nothing. I then went to local news websites and finally found something. An armoured car had been robbed and the guys bailed right around the corner from us. They found one guy right away, but searched for the 2nd guy for a few more hours before giving up. I know they arrested a couple more guys this weekend in connection with it--I wonder if they were involved. While all of this is going on, an ambulance pulls into the parking lot and parks in the handicap space in front of our door. Jess and I are talking, wondering what was going on when the two men came to our door with the stretcher, telling us they were here to pick someone up. I told them there must be a mistake because we're the only two people here right now, and neither of us called for a transport. We explained that we don't see patients here in our office. They asked if there was another mental health place in the building, and I pointed them to the other counseling office. They went down there, but came back, and confirmed our address. Yup, that's our address, but there really isn't anyone else here. They left, and I went and text messaged Laura to see if maybe she had seen a patient that needed to be transported and there was a miscommunication on where the patient was. She hadn't. The guys came back in to sit and wait for word, and I called our other counselor to ask her. At this point, I found out that the VA had called and told them to come...so I asked if she had a patient she was trying to get to the VA. She said she hadn't been called back yet and told that the patient was accepted, but that she'd call the hospital and check. Sure enough, it was for her patient, and I let the guys know where the patient was. At that moment, the guy received a page and was told the same thing. Heh. They were nice guys..cute too...and had a great sense of humor. It was an interesting morning. Awhile later, Laura called to tell me about this patient that had just arrived at one of the hospitals. She was an 18 year old female, complaining of leg pain. When Laura arrived, the entire ER staff was rushing around, throwing on gowns and gloves, and Laura asked what was going on. Turns out that when they looked at this girl's foot, everyone started freaking out. The foot was dead and was covered in maggots. Her clothing was stuck to her foot, and when they were taking them off, she was in so much pain they had to give her morphine. She lives with her father, and I'm wondering if there wasn't some sort of abuse going on. How do you go that long with your foot that bad? If I saw maggots crawling on my foot, I'd be flipping out, but I can't imagine that I'd let it get to that point. Gives me the heebie jeebies. I started dog sitting for my ex hallmark co-worker on Saturday. After I'd said hello to the dogs and they'd settled down, I read the notes that they'd left, and then opened the envelope they had on the counter for me. My ex co-worker left me a $200 check to watch her dog and her daughter gave me $300 in cash to watch her 2 dogs. Holy crap! I've never received that much money before to watch someone's pets. At first, I felt funny about taking all of that money. But I talked to my mom about it, and she pointed out that they would have had to pay that much money, if not more at a kennel, and at least here, their dogs can stay home and not be stuck in a small cage. I'm not as fond of these dogs. The smaller one is yappy and barks at everything. I won't let him in my room while I sleep, so he sits outside the door and barks for over an hour, hoping I'll let him in. They all have to have attention all the time. And the other two are constantly sticking their nose in my butt--they are just the right height, and it drives me batty. They woke me up at 5:30am on Sunday morning, so I got up, fed them, let them out, and then back in, and then went back to my room to go back to sleep. But they weren't having any of that. They stood outside my door, and barked for the next 2.5 hours. At first, I got up and went to check on them, thinking maybe they needed something that I'd forgotten, but all seemed fine. They just didn't want to be outside my door. I was exhausted though, and determined to sleep. At one point, I clapped my hands real loud and shouted, "Stop!" and they finally hushed and I was able to fall back asleep. I got up at 1pm. Heh. I wasn't looking forward to the drive to work this morning. I left an hour before work, thinking I'd be lucky if I made it on time, but I had warned my boss that I may be late, so I wasn't going to leave earlier if I didn't need to. Turned out, I got to work in a half hour! Faster than when I was at my parents house! The 202 really helped...who knew? I'm going to miss Artboy. :( He had today off from work (after working graveyard on Fri and Saturday), and I thought maybe he'd want to come over today since he didn't have to work, and it wouldn't be feasible for him to come after work since I have to get up earlier. When I called around 2pm, he was sleeping, and he didn't call until I was just about at the house. I asked if he had any plans tonight, and he said, "Maybe, why?" I asked if he wanted to come over and he didn't want to. And was very vague about what his plans might be tonight. Alrighty then. I sent JJ a message on myspace, saying that for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why he would ask to put me on his friends list since I hadn't heard a peep from him since he left. And I told him that he had a lot of people who cared about him and if he didn't start treating them better, they weren't going to be around anymore when he needed them. He replied back, saying that he was busy, and didn't we ever think that maybe he wouldn't be around for very long and that he was scared and why didn't anyone try to call him? He tried to pin the blame on all of us, which I wasn't going to let him do. I replied back and told him that the reason I didn't write or call was because when he moved, he didn't give me his contact information. Can't call or write when I don't have an address (email or physical) or a phone number. And then I pointed out that I knew several people had called numerous times, left numerous messages, and never heard back from him. I told him that he needed to put forth some effort. That we care about him, and we're scared for him too, but he is the one who won't talk..we can't force him to do so. He wrote back and said I was right, which I was shocked about. And then told me and Donna to make plans, let him know when and where and he'd be there. That he needed us. That made me angry. He still wants to put forth no energy. I told Donna what he said, and it made her angry as well. I haven't replied back. I'm not sure it's worth the energy. |