Kat and Lee, sorry about such awful news.
The town is freaking out here because someone tried to kidnap an 8 year old girl from a playground on Sunday night during a Jazz festival. Walked up, called the girl by her name and told her he was supposed to take her to her parents (who were nearby, but not in sight). He led her away and she started crying. A couple stopped and asked her if she was ok. He wouldn't let her answer but said she was "fine." Her playmate started yelling for her and she started crying so the guy sat her down at a picnic table at the edge of the park and said he was going to use the restroom. He then disappeared. By the time they got back to the girl's parents and called the police, 20 minutes had gone by and he was long gone.
Commence massive freak out. This is a small town and I'm used to letting my kids run.
I have rediscovered my talent at work for being the No person. Twice this afternoon me and new boss got drawn into conversations about bright new ideas to bring in money. The first one my rebuttal was basically "so fire the hort department and hire contractors who want to get the arb's endorsement on their biz and you'll save
tons
of money! Please, insult me and new boss lady some more. It's cost-efficient". The second one was grant chasing, and I had to quote the mission statement at the DD, and then the edict of the board that "no increased programming unless there is increased staff to implement said programming".
I freaking hate grant chasing. I loathe it. Yes, you just got us money to do this new amazing thing. What about the money to do what we actually need done?
I also told DD unequivocably No and then asked that we table this discussion, especially since new boss lady has been here for TWO DAYS, and maybe we'd be able to talk about fall adult programming if you weren't trying to save your hide finding grants for shit we don't need and bothering us about it.
ION, an adult son and his elderly mum had a spat, he ditched her, she got upset, three staff went looking for him. After he was found, he pretended that there had been no fight, that she'd told him to go for a walk. We told him she was worried, and he decided to tour the greenhouse instead of heading straight back to her. When we got to the house where she was and informed the other staff member who'd been saddled with her and the story of her fight, said staff member stormed out to grab his ass, while me and another colleague were left awkward in the house with the mother, who was asking "did he seem angry?". Um...
Until I talk to the pissed off coworker, my assessment of him (the son) is "what a d-bag".
Holy shit, Cash. That's scary. I wonder how he knew her name.
I'm sure he sat and watched them playing--he could easily have heard her friend call her by name. It makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.
Oh, true. Ugh. It gives me chills.
That exact tactic worked on me when I was 5 or 6 and walking home from school in Hilo, Hawaii. Someone called my name from his car, and said that he was supposed to pick me up and take me to a party. He name dropped a few of my friends who would be at the party too. I actually opened the door and started to get in, but something just felt really off and I scrambled out as he was pulling away from the curb.
We had so many shirts with our names on...until that was verboten. scary.
Spell check is good enough to tell me that I should have had shirts in that sentence, not shifts, but I have to do my own capitalisation. Not right, Swype, not right!
sitting, sorry, Sitting on the floor at Weaknees. They are serious about no storefront. I am serious about having driven here without a brace.
Oh yeah, I think some creeper in a store called me by name one time when I had a shirt with my name on it.
ION, I cut hot peppers, and my fingers are BURNING. Have tried alcohol, a little milk, Sea Breeze, dish soap many times. I think it's all helping some.
