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Sorry I've been out of touch. A few days before I was supposed to leave for my next travel assignment, my laptop (and cellphone) died a permanent death. So I had to buy new toys. It wasn't until I was loading the software that I realized the slot for my wireless card was way too small, and I'd need an adapter. So I thought, 'hell, I'll buy one when I get to North Carolina.' I got here and guess what? They didn't have any wireless card adapters. I'd have to order them online. How the hell was I to order them online when I didn't have online service, you know? If I did, I wouldn't need the GD card! When I asked, the guy couldn't order it for me and have it sent to the store because of blah blah blah. I don't know, I stopped listening after that.
So then I called Sprint and asked them if they sold the adapters at their store (I have my wireless card through Sprint) and they told me no. But I could buy a USB wireless for $150 if I signed a two-year contract with them. I *already* signed a two-year contract for the one I got. Why the fuck would I sign another contract for service I already got? I just need the #$&% adapter, or another wireless card that wasn't hundreds of dollars. Christ! But my dad eventually got it ordered and sent to me, so now I'm back in business.
The travel assignment I'm on now is in Fort Mill, South Carolina. It's gorgeous. But what's cool is that my company has me living in Charlotte, North Carolina. Driving between states daily is a new experience for me. It cracks me up.
I love love LOVE my apartment. It's the best I've had by far. Oh my god, it's gorgeous...
...which brings me to an incident that happened this past Wednesday, on April 4th. I tell you guys, no matter what I do shit follows me around. I was leaving for work at 5 in the morning, right? As I come to the stairs, I see a older woman sitting there. She's maybe in her late forties, early fifties. She had a tattered pink robe on and rollers in her hair. She jumps up and immediately asks me to call security or the cops because someone's broken into her apartment. I go 'oh shit' and yank out my cellphone. I call the cops, and they keep me on the phone as I wait for help to arrive.
So I start asking the woman questions and the more she talks, the more I realize that something's not right with her. When I started asking her questions, she explains to me that someone broke into her apartment using her keys. She didn't know who the guy was or how he got the keys. She couldn't explain what happened or how she got outside, why she didn't get AWAY and instead hung out by the door (I had called the cops from my car and left her ass at the stairs, I was shouting questions at her from the safety of my car), and instead barracated the door with a bag of dirt and plants. >.< It was at this point that I told dispatch that I thought the woman was crazy and that they need to pick her up.
The police arrived and went to the apartment. When they couldn't get inside, I overheard them saying that they were going to kick the door in. It was at this point that I said 'fuck this' and took off. If someone had broken in, I wasn't going to get shot; if it was the wrong apartment, or if the apartment was empty, I didn't want to be around regardless. So I drove off to the sound of the door being kicked in. And it was LOUD.
As I was driving to work, the police called me on my cellphone (I should've called anonymously, I know better now) but I didn't pick it up. I listened to the message. It was the cop I talked to earlier, asking me to return to the apartment to answer some questions. I was like, 'fuck that shit' and deleted the message. I already told them everything I knew, and they tape that shit besides. I had nothing else to say that I hadn't said already. Plus I was late. It was my 7th day on the job. Not a good impression.
So, for the rest of the day, I fretted that I probably called the police on an innocent couple sleeping in bed because of the ramblings of a crazy woman. I just didn't know what to do! It was 5 in the morning, I was on my way to work, I didn't know the area cause I've only been here for a week and a half... I was just upset.
When I went came home that night, I was terrified I'd see police tape up or a boarded door to the apartment, but everything looked just the way it should have. I was SO relieved, and I still love my apartment.
But if I see that lady again I'm kicking her ass, crazy or not.
On to other things...
This may/may not be my last travel assignment. I'm just tired. I want a home. I miss having a house. I love HGTV, and seeing all those decorated homes and flip this house makes me want to own a home of my own, not share it with someone. Now my best friend is considering travel nursing, and I could tear my hair out. When I'm ready to quit she's ready to start. Gah.
Plus I'm bored with it almost. I am so so SO wanting to go international, and the company I really want to go with isn't ready for that step yet. It's driving me crazy.
Pizza's here gotta go.
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