That Strange Lady Next Door

Shhhh!

Topic #36: Describe yourself through your neighbor’s eyes.

The first time I saw her, she waved at me over the back fence. “Howdy neighbor!”,  she called out. Howdy?  Is she for real?

Two months later I had a visit from the FBI.  An Agent was doing an investigation. About her. He said it was routine, but some of the questions they asked me were disturbing.

“Have you noticed any suspicious activity next door?”

“Well,” I told them, “She is up at 3:00 am working on a laptop. She drives off around 4:30am. Once in a while she leaves the house when I am just going to bed,  at 1:30am. She keeps pretty weird hours for a computer tech.”

The agent scribbled notes in a little notebook. “Has she said much to you about her job?”

“No. But I hear things when she’s talking on her phone that has the head-set, while she does yard work.”

“What kind of things do you hear?” The agent asked, his notebook open and pencil at the ready.

“Oh, once I heard her say,  ‘Are you sure you want me to kill them?’  – that scared me a little.”

“Anything else?”  Agent FBI didn’t even flinch at my answer. He is either professional, or deaf.

“I have heard her talk about weather problems like cyclones and windstorms, logging into machines, trying out chemical agents and RDD’s”

“Have you observed any unusual behavior?”

“Yeah,  she talks to her roses like they are actually listening to her and answering her. She makes horrible threats to the weeds. She makes jokes about terrorists. Do you think she is dangerous?”

The agent did not acknowledge my question. He was too busy scribbling.

“Are you going to arrest her for something?” I asked.

“Thank you for your cooperation, and your time.”  Mr. Agent shook my hand in that dismissing way they have.

“That’s it?”  I asked. “Are you sure there isn’t information I need to know, since I live next door to a possible terrorist?!”

“Mr. Neighbor,” Agent FBI smiled. ” Unless you are a weed you don’t have anything to worry about.”

Still, I think I will be keeping a closer eye on the lady next door…

Not Just Any Job

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MY Messy OfficeI have had my share of jobs. Nothing I wanted to keep as a career, but I needed the money. I have done fast-food, bookkeeping, alarm monitoring (yawn), receptionist & clerical work. One of my favorite’s was working for an answering service & towing dispatch. I am glad I moved on before technology eliminated it with the cell phone. And yes, I am that old.

I like the kind of work I do now. My position description is:  “Senior Computer Support Technologist”. It is a Government job classification, so it does not tell you anything. What I do is provide tech support for my organization, and outside users of our system.  I help them with questions/problems, troubleshoot software/hardware issues, do software testing and  try to keep up with our documentation. It is a customer support job.

Most people would hate working in customer support.  Having a job no one wants is nice. It keeps me from worrying about backstabbing bitches & getting laid off. But enough about my current job.

Top Ten Jobs I Would Leave Mine For:

  1. Stephen King’s Assistant
  2. Write a syndicated column for a major newspaper
  3. Publish my novel(s) and hit the Best Seller’s List
  4. Work for a Bernese Mountain Dog breeder as a “Puppy Entertainer”
  5. Join the Blue Collar Comedy Tour
  6. Stephen King’s Assistant (did I already say that?)
  7. Professional Sleep Number Bed Tester (think of the naps!)
  8. Guest appearance on Leverage
  9. Cast in a movie with Sam Elliot
  10. Work with the writers for Saturday Night Live

Now this is between you and me – so don’t tell my boss!

How Do You Say “Whoops!” in French?

Dearest Readers,

I owe you an apology.  I have very bad spelling and proof-reading skills.  I messed up the address (URL) to this blog during registration.

This is where you went if you spelled my URL correctly

French Private Blog PageWhen I registered the URL “http://notpretending.wordpress.com/” a typo occurred. “Pretending”  became “prentending”.  So…. the URL I advertised was the one I thought I had. Unfortunately, the correctly spelled URL had already been registered with WordPress. Three years ago. In France.

Why does crap like this happen to me??  Now I need to change my URL and I am not sure what to do. “notpretending2besane” is too long. Maybe I should chuck the name of my blog altogether and start fresh. (Then I could be Freshly Pressed at last – Ha!) I guess I will sleep on it and decide in the morning.

I am not blaming WordPress for what happened, but their form to register a blog URL obviously needs a spell checker. For dolts like me.   “Dammit, Jim! I’m a writer, not an editor!” [original Star Trek series reference for young folks in the next generation]

I know they are laughing out loud about this over in WordPress  support. Especially James – who deserves to laugh because he figured out the mystery that eluded me for months!

Please stay tuned. You can find my new URL by doing a search on “Not Just Any Job”

Sincerely yours,

Jodi Lea