I don't remember Small as being a P? So if you were a P, please refresh my memory.
Warning: absolutely mahooooooosive rant to follow, with, quite likely, a lot of swearing.
I have had the most incredible day. As in, absolutely un-fucking-believable that anyone could be so incredibly stupid and actually be able to stand up unassisted and cross a street without help.
So my day started quite nicely, laughing out loud at Mary's tale of "fuck me with a coathanger, where has the earth gone". Too bad it didn't continue that way, but, Mary, I think I have adopted "fuck me with a coathanger" as the expression du jour.
As I said on the other site, you can always count on JM to be inappropriate. And as I've had the best part of a bottle of wine, I'll most likely be even more so.
Just to digress a tiny bit, when people say "I've had the best part of a bottle of wine, what do they actually mean??? They left the crappy part for someone else? Wow, that's nice. Jerks.
And... there are crappy parts to a bottle of wine?????? This is the part that really boggles my mind. :o
So, my day.
Got ready for work, drove JB to G-ma's. (Grandma's :o. She always signs cards "G-ma", out of sheer laziness, she says. So G-ma has stuck. Pronounced "Ji-ma" which tends to confuse people. They tend to think it means something terribly exotic.)
Drove to work. Arrived at work, to find the front door unlocked, lights on, fan/ heat going, fountain going... and not a single solitary soul in the office. (Note: our office does not have a receptionist. DH owns the trademarked logo for our wellness centre, and is the primary renter for the space, and we all rent space from him and book our own appointments, keep whatever hours we choose, and all pitch in to clean up/ close up the office at the end of the day.)
I am still absolutely gobsmacked writing this down, but what happened was this: the only people working yesterday were DH and the utter fucking moron who rents the front-most room in the office, and she assumed DH was still working when she was done and left the office, waltzing out completely oblivious, leaving our office open, lit, and unlocked overnight, in fact, FOR SIXTEEN HOURS, from 6 pm last night to 10 am this morning when I got there.
This is by no means the first screw-up she's committed, but it's an unbelievable one.
What clued me in was that DH had mentioned that when he left, C was still working, and that he had left her a note on our in/out board, saying "bye C, have a good weekend, see you next week". Which she clearly failed to look at, never mind marking herself as "out" on the board, as she blithely sailed out and left our office unlocked overnight.
In case you're not getting the scope of the full case of the horrors I had: our office is on the street level of a professional building, however, accessible by anybody passing by on the street, and our area, while by no means the worst in the city, has, unfortunately, become a little less safe and nice than when we first got the space. Drug dealers and the homeless are generally a more or less visible issue in our area.
So here's JM, having walked into an office that I suddenly realized had been completely open and vulnerable overnight... you can probably imagine the utter, arse-freezing panic that hit me. I got as far as my office, which is the second from the back (DH has the back office), when I suddenly thought, wait, there's no-one here... WTF!!!!!! Because having the office unlocked and lit when I get there is not unusual, we all start at different hours, and whoever gets there first turns on all the lights and the fountain etc... so walking into an open office was not unusual... only the absence of another living soul.
Ok, so let's fast-forward past my utter case of the hysterics as I'm trying to phone DH who, after he came home last night, packed his stuff and decamped for Vancouver for a continuing education class for four days... the message I left him was, apparently, as incoherent and hysterical as he's ever heard me. I don't lose my cool easily. Yes, I can be a little excitable. DH is, of the two of us, much the calmer and laid-back person. (He's also much nicer than I am.) But the thoughts of "what-could-have-happened" nearly did me in. We could have been robbed blind. Everyone's printers, radios, iPods, clinical equipment, the phones, VISA machine... anything portable could have been stolen. Our gorgeous fountain, which is a waterfall cascading over a piece of hand-carved glass (made by the husband of someone who used to work with us) could have been wrecked. Fortunately no cash is kept on the premises. The homeless in the area could have had a fucking party in our office. Same with the druggies. ANYONE could have been hiding as the first person walked in for the day. I'm pretty good at self-defense... but that means nothing when you're unawares and some psycho jumps out at you. And what if it hadn't been me? What if it had been our tiny psychologist, who's nearly six months pregnant????
I'd like to fast-forward past all of this, but all day, the "what-might-have-happeneds" kept hitting me at odd moments. I've felt on the thin edge of near-hysteria several times today.
I really don't mean to be a drama queen, but this is incredibly serious. Our office could have been trashed, and any one of us could have been in serious danger.
When I finally got through to DH, he was as livid as I've ever known him. At our first conversation, he wasn't terribly supportive, he just said "I'm going to phone C and fire her arse", and hung up. He phoned back a little while later and said he didn't actually fire her, but reamed her out and left her sobbing (good, I hope she cried all day), and that she'd just had nothing but stupid excuses. Simply put, she never checked whether she was the last one out, and simply left. She did realize the enormity of what she did... or did not do... at least.
If you've gotten this far... thank you. I'm still shaken. I picked up JB at G-ma's and he fell asleep on the way home and is peacefully snoozing. I've had way too much wine. I'm going to have such a hangover tomorrow. Can't be helped though, it was either that or give in to the screaming meemies.
Night all. I'm going to be up reading for a while, I'm way to wired to sleep... but I hope you all had a good nights.
xxx JM