Friday, November 02, 2001
OK, I've had it with the landlady. I can hear all of you out there saying, yeah, so, we've heard this one before.
One of her creditors called here earlier in the summer, when I wasn't working, trying to find her. I assumed then that the creditor had just looked up the address to find a number, and got ours. Anyway, at that time I gave them the phone number that Landlady had given to us when we moved in; it turned out that the creditor already had that number, and that it had been disconnected.
Cut to a few minutes ago. I answered the phone to hear the same woman again, asking for Landlady. This time, though, I was ready -- when Landlady left us the nastygram about the cats a few weeks back, she wrote her new phone number on the note. The lady on the phone was very pleased to get the new number, let me tell you.
Search string of the day for this site: "treading pitying contempt spawns injected."
10:17 AM Comment
Ah, a blessed day off. We're heading down to southern New Jersey later in the day for a wedding that Dave's in tomorrow, so I opted to use one of my vacation days, since I haven't used any of them yet. I've still got a cold, which is annoying, but at least my allergy problems seem to be subsiding a bit with the onset of the cold weather.
I'm so bummed about the Diamondbacks in the last two games that I can't even put it into words. I'm hoping that the Big Unit and Schilling can pull off these last two games, but I just don't know. It seems that everyone in my office is a Yankees fan, and they are giving me *such* a hard time.
And you thought dressing up like Osama bin Laden was a bad idea.
It appears as if everyone else had the same trick-or-treating experience that we did (five kids total), and thus the office is filled with chocolatey, sugary badness today.
9:35 AM Comment
My daily commute takes me directly underneath the flight path for Caldwell Airport, mostly famous because it was the place from which JFK Jr. and Carolyn and Lauren Bessette took off for their fatal flight. It's a tiny airport, generally used by helicopters, corporate jets and other small planes, and many of them swoop low over Route 80 as I am traveling to and from my office in Parsippany. Since the events of 9/11, I find myself pretty preoccupied with the movements of planes. I'm sure that I'm not alone in this, but it's so bizarre to me, because I grew up very near to the Willow Grove Naval Air Station in Pennsylvania, and we had the Blue Angels and other military aircraft flying overhead pretty frequently. Then, while I was in law school, I lived only a few miles from National -- excuse me, Reagan National -- Airport, and I heard planes, big ones, day and night, every day of the week. I got so used to them that I didn't even hear them any more.
Now, all of the sudden, I see planes, and I'm at a standstill. I stare at them, I watch their movements, I wonder if they're flying too low, or too fast, or if someone other than the flight crew has control.
I'm a little preoccupied today. We're still waiting to hear from the realtor, my head is so congested, and I'm worried about this nebulous attack warning and the fact that the Vice President and some cabinet members have been taken to "secure locations." Am I being paranoid? I certainly hope so.
I'm also wondering if we're going to have any trick-or-treaters tomorrow night, what with that "something bad might happen to someone somewhere sometime" warning from the Attorney General last night. I'm hoping that I don't get stuck with eight bags of chocolate in the house. That would be VERY BAD indeed.
2:00 PM Comment
Favorite clause of the day, from a contract I'm reviewing: "Management shall not be responsible for loss or damage to displays or goods belonging to exhibitors, whether resulting from fire, storms, acts of God, air conditioning or heating failures, theft, pilferage, mysterious disappearance, bomb threats or other causes."
Does "mysterious disappearance" include abduction by aliens?
House Saga, Part MCMXXVIII: Our realtor just called me again. The house that we dropped out of the bidding on (due to, you'll remember, that pesky encroachment problem) has been relisted at the original price, which is roughly $50,000 less than we bid for it. She says that the listing agent has indicated to her that the sellers would be willing to take the asking price for the house. We're seriously considering it, since that huge difference in price would offset any legal or demolition costs, and the resale price issue would be significantly mitigated.
After watching part of Skate America last night, I've started to compile a list in my head of music that should be forever banned from being used in skating competition, simply because I'm sick of hearing the same pieces of music over and over and over again. Last night's piece: Malaguena. Enough already! And if someone could just teach Timothy Goebel to stand up straight -- he's a lovely skater, but the round shoulders just make me crazy.
Monday, October 29, 2001
I just love it when I put a giant run in my stocking RIGHT BEFORE I have to meet with outside counsel, especially when I'm wearing a relatively short skirt.
2:26 PM Comment
Someone stole my last Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi from the refrigerator. I am not amused.
1:09 PM Comment
I write this entry from my new office. Aside from the fact that I could use another credenza to hold my copious files, it's fabulous. And quiet. Let the door-closing commence!
10:33 AM Comment
I know that since September 11, there have been a lot of stories like this one, but somehow this one touched me deeply. I think that part of the reason is that I lived in the DC metro area for seven years when I was in college and law school, and one of the things that I liked least about the area was the underlying feeling of transience; people seemed to, more than in any other place I had been until then, keep to themselves and not reach out to other residents. At the time, I attributed it to the fact that many of them were only in DC temporarily for whatever reason -- serving in the present administration, on military assignment, or attending school as I was. This story reflects that idea in one way, but completely crushes it in the end.
1:19 PM Comment
I found this last night, and all I can say is that the flood scene had me laughing so hard that I could hardly breathe.
12:00 AM Comment
Copyright 2001 by Heather. Don't make me come over there.
