My phone bleeped with a strange ring.
12/19/2007
I had left a message for someone; they returned the call with a text message.
OK call me a goofball, but I don’t know how to text. I tried it a few times, got garbled messages sent, not my favorite form of communication. I guess that shows my age: it’s like the wrist watch thing. You can basically tell someone’s age if they wear a watch. Over 40 is the basic guideline. Younger and they use the electronic gadgets clock: cell phone, computer, PDA, blackberry…. I think next time I hit an airplane, I will throw a watch on. With all the flying fun now days, I couldn’t figure out what time it was during the pre Thanksgiving trip, stuck in various airports ordeal.
So the phone was doing this strange bleep for me. I had to wait until I was parked before I could look at it. It took me a couple of seconds and I finally figured it out. I had to call that person back. I figured it would take me much longer to figure out how to respond via text than just dial their number.
I was on my way back from the “admin holiday lunch”. I was in a bit of a furry. I had gotten an email a few of weeks ago about this get together. It took a while for me to get the OK to be out of the office for a couple of hours. There was a reminder last week with no mention of the gifts. I got to work, was deleting some old emails and I noticed the original said something about a gift exchange. CRUD! I called a co-worker and inquired about the gift thing. Yes she said there was to be a gift exchange. I had to rush home, grab a gift, get it in a gift bag and then head to the lunch. I was flustered about it, and mentioned that to a co-worker. I hope I didn’t make a mistake by doing that.
I ended up trading out the gift I got originally. It was hair care products for colored hair. It also contained Hemp. Call me silly, but there are two things wrong with this picture. I don’t color my hair and I work at a police department. I am subject to random drug tests. I have no way of knowing if there is anything that would show up from a hemp product in a drug screen if I used those products. I traded for a scarf and some candy.
The other thing that happened yesterday, I had told Internal Affairs they couldn’t have something they wanted. I told them No. They kept insisting, I sent it up the line to my supervisor to deal with. After much discussion it was confirmed that I was correct; they couldn’t have the information yet. There is a procedure; they were trying to get around it. I will leave it at miscommunication.
