Get that turban off my kitty!
Dec. 12th, 2002 04:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariI've decided I'm not going into town tomorrow to file. I'll do it Friday. Why?
Well...I'd made plans to type up everything I was going to use as paperwork tonight, after going through the job search and the yadda yadda or reading web pages and journals.
Dean came in unexpectedly about 1AM, and we played some Street Fighter till about 1:45. then I noticed my Chun Li doll had fallen from her shelf and broken. So I decided we needed to go get five-second-nail-glue to fix her. Dean wanted to be back by 2, though, so we had to get packing. We both decided to mail something at the post office down the street...but damned if I couldn't find what I was supposed to send. I spent the next 30 minutes looking for that damned thing. And it was completely and totally gone. Right off the face of the Earth.
This happens to me a LOT.
The greatest of the missing tales is my Cool-Ass watch. When I was 15, my mom got me this GREAT watch that told you the temperature, had all sorts of time zones and timers and whatnot. And then one day, it was gone. I put it on my bedside table...and it was just gone. Forever. When we moved out of the house into the one we currently have, the watch mysteriously showed up again in one of my sister's boxes. It needed new batteries, so I put it aside to get batteries the next day. I put it on my desk. Specifically in between the phone and the hasp of the desk.
Next day, gone. Completely dissapeared. Fast forward four years. i've not only moved into another apartment, I'm moving back out. In my apartment, I had a rollaway bed my parents gave me that fit my apartment perfectly. We unrolled the matress only to find The Cool Watch. I grabbed it, and put it my pocket. On the way home, I pulled into an Eckert, reach into my pocket to pull out the watch. Gone.
Haven't seen it since.
Same thing happened to my Pacman watch I got as a little kid. I had it two weeks before it dissapeared. When we moved out of our apartment to our second house - we found it, put it in a box, and never saw it again.
Never did find out what happened to the copy of Bicentennial Man that was in my truck one minute, and gone the next.
Normally, things don't dissapear like that forever. The dissapear for a few days, sometimes hours, and immediately show back up. Sometimes in the place I put them in specifically.
Once my keys dissapeared. In a frantic search for them that last three hours, Dean and I tore up the house. At the time, I was seething because I was already late, my truck was the only vehicle that worked, and we couldn't leave because I had no spare keys. Dean says that he sat down at the table and told "something" that if we found the keys, he'd never disbelieve in him again. Lo and behold, the keys appeard in a spot we both had looked at billions of times.
Right now an unnamed thing has gone missing, something I needed for tomorrow. Nothing vital, but something I wanted to get out tomorrow. We've torn up the house looking for it. But it's gone. I was mad, sure. but I'm sure it'll show up again.
Another reason? We needed to get out by 2AM so Dean could be back in time to go to sleep and wake up early for his paperwork signing tomorrow. About 2AM, I decided to say to hell with it. We weren't going to find it, let's go. Then "things" started to come up. Someone had to use the restroom. I had a last minute EMail to send out. We needed something to drink before we went.
We were runnin out of time to go out, I was running out of time to finish up all my "gathering" that I finally just said "You know what - screw it. I'll file Friday." I'm almost SURE something wants me here Thursday, for whatever reason...so it hid my unnamable thing, and then popped up little emergencies that made us later and later until we gave up.
I'm almost SURE that tomorrow, that CD will be in a spot we looked at billions of times, and I'll get that glue and mail that thing out with no problems.
Someone once told me it was faeries, hiding my stuff for fun. What do YOU, the viewer at home, think?
Well...I'd made plans to type up everything I was going to use as paperwork tonight, after going through the job search and the yadda yadda or reading web pages and journals.
Dean came in unexpectedly about 1AM, and we played some Street Fighter till about 1:45. then I noticed my Chun Li doll had fallen from her shelf and broken. So I decided we needed to go get five-second-nail-glue to fix her. Dean wanted to be back by 2, though, so we had to get packing. We both decided to mail something at the post office down the street...but damned if I couldn't find what I was supposed to send. I spent the next 30 minutes looking for that damned thing. And it was completely and totally gone. Right off the face of the Earth.
This happens to me a LOT.
The greatest of the missing tales is my Cool-Ass watch. When I was 15, my mom got me this GREAT watch that told you the temperature, had all sorts of time zones and timers and whatnot. And then one day, it was gone. I put it on my bedside table...and it was just gone. Forever. When we moved out of the house into the one we currently have, the watch mysteriously showed up again in one of my sister's boxes. It needed new batteries, so I put it aside to get batteries the next day. I put it on my desk. Specifically in between the phone and the hasp of the desk.
Next day, gone. Completely dissapeared. Fast forward four years. i've not only moved into another apartment, I'm moving back out. In my apartment, I had a rollaway bed my parents gave me that fit my apartment perfectly. We unrolled the matress only to find The Cool Watch. I grabbed it, and put it my pocket. On the way home, I pulled into an Eckert, reach into my pocket to pull out the watch. Gone.
Haven't seen it since.
Same thing happened to my Pacman watch I got as a little kid. I had it two weeks before it dissapeared. When we moved out of our apartment to our second house - we found it, put it in a box, and never saw it again.
Never did find out what happened to the copy of Bicentennial Man that was in my truck one minute, and gone the next.
Normally, things don't dissapear like that forever. The dissapear for a few days, sometimes hours, and immediately show back up. Sometimes in the place I put them in specifically.
Once my keys dissapeared. In a frantic search for them that last three hours, Dean and I tore up the house. At the time, I was seething because I was already late, my truck was the only vehicle that worked, and we couldn't leave because I had no spare keys. Dean says that he sat down at the table and told "something" that if we found the keys, he'd never disbelieve in him again. Lo and behold, the keys appeard in a spot we both had looked at billions of times.
Right now an unnamed thing has gone missing, something I needed for tomorrow. Nothing vital, but something I wanted to get out tomorrow. We've torn up the house looking for it. But it's gone. I was mad, sure. but I'm sure it'll show up again.
Another reason? We needed to get out by 2AM so Dean could be back in time to go to sleep and wake up early for his paperwork signing tomorrow. About 2AM, I decided to say to hell with it. We weren't going to find it, let's go. Then "things" started to come up. Someone had to use the restroom. I had a last minute EMail to send out. We needed something to drink before we went.
We were runnin out of time to go out, I was running out of time to finish up all my "gathering" that I finally just said "You know what - screw it. I'll file Friday." I'm almost SURE something wants me here Thursday, for whatever reason...so it hid my unnamable thing, and then popped up little emergencies that made us later and later until we gave up.
I'm almost SURE that tomorrow, that CD will be in a spot we looked at billions of times, and I'll get that glue and mail that thing out with no problems.
Someone once told me it was faeries, hiding my stuff for fun. What do YOU, the viewer at home, think?
