and so the beat goes on.
been commuting to the DFTU client 5 days/week for a while now. while i can’t say i like it, it’s tolerable. i’ve sort of settled into a routine for the most part, which is good, i suppose.
there have been many little story-lettes, little funny or bizarre things about fellow commuters, too many for me to remember, i need to get better about either posting or writing them down. one that comes to mind, was last week. actually natty was with me, we were on our way to the metro and passed a guy on his cell phone, speaking rather loudly, saying ” aww come on, you know i need the pussy, i need the pussy, i have to have the pussy” obviously he was speaking with his vet about getting his cat after surgery, which seemed like something private that one would speak about indoors or something
the other day i got a strange voicemail on my cell phone. it was a woman, i’d say in her 30’s or 40’s, she introduced her self as “Holly” and she thought that i might have some information on a friend of hers that i work with. she took a long time to explain that she didn’t want to take a long time explaining why she was calling, but in the end her friend has ‘disappeared’ and she was wondering if i had any information.
ok, that’s a bit odd.
so i try to think of how this is a scam to get my social security number or something. it obviously wasn’t a recording, but at the same time, the woman never said my name explicitly either. she left an LA number, and the only person i know out there is cormac, and i’m pretty sure he hasn’t disappeared. so i didn’t worry about it right then.
about 20 mins later, she calls back. this time i answer. so she goes in to her long, “I don’t want to explain everything, but i have a friend that i can’t find and you used to work with him and he disappeared and there was an “event” something bad, and i don’t know if he’s embarrassed or what, but i can’t find him. ”
me: “ok, what’s his name?”
her: “john cham” (or something)
me: “nope, that doesn’t ring a bell–what company are we talking about?”
her: “what do you mean?”
me: “well what company did i potentially work with this person?”
her: “company? you worked togeher in a practice”
me: “who do you think i am, exactly?”
her: “what does that mean?”
me: “well, i’m not sure I’m who you think i am, and therefore I won’t know who you are looking for”
her: “arent’ you Craig?”
me: “nope-sorry”
her: “you’re not?”
me: “nope, my man is jeff. I’ve my office number forwarding to this phone-what number did you call?”
her: “what?”
me: “what number were you trying to reach? ”
her: “410 xxx-xxxx”
me: “yes, i’ve had that number for a bout 2 years, how did you get it, i think info is out of date”
her:” i googled this guy’s name”
her: ” ineed to find my friend, i’m worried, he was a therapist and he did something bad, not THAT bad, but bad and lost his license and i’m afraid he’s disappeared”me: (more interested now) “oh? what happened”
her: “he you now, did something with a female patient, an i’m not sure if he’s embarassed or what, i mean i dont’ care if he was screwing a patient, i’m just a friend, but i’m worried, there was a bankruptcy and other problems, i’m just worried”
me: “wow that’s rough, sorry, i dn’t have any information for you”
me: ” i really have to go, good luck’click
so i mean was this some sort of scam? an actress practicing? the government implanting microwaves in my brain? help me out on this one.
saturday was my annual mulch day, and while i didn’t git er totally done, i was able to make a pretty big dent in the 4 yrds of premium dyed brown triple shredded, and completly kick the ass of the 2 yrds of playmat i got for the henry patrol path around the fence line. the capt was pretty helpful, pointing to what mulch i should put in the wheelbarrow, and then navigating me from inside hte wheel barrow itself. he seems to have the yardwork bug, i’ll need to make it a chore so that he can resent it, then have it resurface as a repressed hobby when he’s a homeowner.
eh well this sort of lost it’s steam. oh well. something’s better than nothing…right?