Yesterday

Yesterday was a bit of a roller coaster:

Highlight:

Some of you may already know that I have given up on my current crap job and am looking for another (job, not crap job). This is something I don't normally do- once I make a commitment to something, I stick with it. But during a healthy rage, I sent out a resume. Yesterday I had an initial phone interview and have a face-to-face interview next week. It's for a reader's position where I'll be editing among other multifarious tasks.

I'm excited about it. I can actually use my degree and no longer have to respond to, "Oh you work in customer service? What's your next career move?"

Lowlight:

I get home and I attempt to unlock my front door to my apartment. I got through the lock in the door knob, but the door still won't open. I try again and found out the deadbolt was locked. This is especially strange since I live alone and have never used the deadbolt. I was a little freaked out. Then I realized how dirty the apartment was and thought, "I should have cleaned for the burglars." Nothing was taken, but there was a bra laying next to the kitchen and it definitely was not there when I left the apartment this morning. It could have been my dog, but she has never carried my underwear around before. She usually just chews the straps off where it lies. I checked my bra straps and there wasn't even a tooth mark.

Then I realized that I have a dog. One that the maintenance man is afraid of. He will not enter my apartment with her loose; he swears she growls at him. I tried explaining to the management that he is confusing her woo with a growl. (She is a Siberian Husky- she doesn't bark but makes a musical woo/howl melody. Say "woo" and raise your voice up and down- that's what she does.) So she was here when there was someone in my apartment. Did she protect her home? Or did she just lay under my bed?

I was only slightly freaked out and I sat in my bed. About an hour later I ventured out and headed into the kitchen where I noticed that the back door was also dead-bolted and the back porch light was on. I forgot I even had a back porch light- that's how long it's been since I've used it. I went from slightly freaked out to full-on freaked out and ran through my apartment again, tearing the place up, looking for a note from management or maintenance to say that they've been in there.

After finding none (I was crying by this point) I ran back to my bed. I didn't know what to do because management was gone until the next day. I called everyone I knew and felt a little better after engaging that chain thingy that keeps the door shut even if it is unlocked. I decided to wait till management opens again and talking to them before I did anything else, but I never left my bed for the rest of the night.

It's amazing how unsettling it is to know that someone had been in your house.

Highlight:

While calling people, I got to have this conversation:

Ryan: So what's new with you?

Jamie: (rambling on about new job opportunity)

Ryan: That sounds great for you. And you know people there won't be Nazis about what you wear, so you could probably wear those hot pants to work.

Jamie: The hot pants plan! You read my blog!