I'm a little (well, maybe a lot!) at sorts between yesterday afternoon and starting today. My head is pounding, I feel like I want to vomit from being anxious and most of all I am pissed!
After returning to my office after a wonderful lunch and getting on with my work I discovered someone had stolen my carry bag from under my desk. Unfortunately within my carry bag was my purse - I had forgotten to take it out and lock it in my desk drawer. I work on the "presidential floor" with the president and other high-ranking executives ... so, one would think it's a pretty secure place to work. Uhm, that would be wrong.
To the person who stole my bag and purse - I do hope that you find what you're looking for. I also hope that when you look in the mirror you see yourself as being a good person and not the asshole for what you really are. I hope the money went towards something good such as feeding yourself because I would never want to see anyone go hungry. I hope the socks in the bag will provide warmth for your cold feet. I hope the prescription medication for anxiety help to calm your fears. I hope the Tylenol helps with your headache. I hope the Imodium helps you to clog up so you don't shit your pants. I hope the disenfectant spray helps to cover the smell that you will emit from your body. I hope the perfume helps you to smell as pretty as I did. I hope you enjoy the mints because they were one of my favourites. I hope the ham sandwich filled your belly so you could sleep with a full stomach. I hope the cans of coke quenched your thirst. And, I'm glad that my toothbrush and toothpaste were also in my purse so your teeth will be clean when you go to bed. I am thankful that I was able to provide you with what you needed. When you use my YMCA access card I recommend to you to use the whirlpool it will help your hands and legs to feel limber when you are working your trade - you'll be glad to know the members plus membership does have its benefits. I could go on and on but I want you to experience things for yourself and not take my word for it.
I do hope you are thankful too ... because not only did you steal from me you also stole a part of me. The money isn't as valuable to me as you might think ... I would have gladly given it to you because that's just the kind of person I am.
What's valuable to me you ask? My identity, my security and my sanity. So, you should be thankful that you were able to get a little bit of all this. You also got, what some might consider to be trivial, a key chain my deceased grandmother gave to me when I was 14 and I used it to amuse my children when they were babies. You got my very first charge card I got when I was 16 ... yup, original card and it's almost 34 years old. You got my drivers license and all my ID so you now know where I live. You got my car FOB so now if you feel like stealing the car in front of my house it'll be pretty easy for you ... I'm thinking a couple years old Honda Civic coupe might fetch a pretty good buck for you. You got my health care card and I'm thankful I live in Canada so if I require emergency health care at least they won't deny me access because I don't have my card - I do hope when you use it you appreciate the health care you received.
It is my hope that when you become a decent human being - one who is a good citizen - you will be thankful for the items I have provided for you. I do hope that what you've done to me is never done to you because I wouldn't want to put someone through the same thing - I believe in do unto others as you would have done to you (or however that saying goes).
Oh ya, my apologies to you for suspending my cell phone service and you can't use the phone. However, I do hope that once you remove the sim card you're at least able to get a couple bucks for the phone itself. I'd hate to see a nice blue phone go to waste.
Well, I'm off to get a new drivers license. It'll be great because I'll now get a new picture and there's only a minimal replacement cost. Thankfully all the replacement costs are minimal because I'll have a little bit of money once this is all done so I can buy groceries to feed my family and pets.
Unfortunately for all the good I've done I won't get a tax receipt for my donation.
To the person who stole my purse ... I hope you rot in hell. Amen.
Respectfully yours, Jeannie
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Body Bootcamp? What was I thinking?!!!!!
I survived last night ... barely! I don't know who or what possessed me when I signed up for Body Bootcamp but I need to find it and smack it around. Oh.my. When my sore knee and aching legs woke me this morning ... I knew I was in trouble. Good thing there's only seven more classes.
At last nights class it didn't seem to matter that I was virtually the oldest one in the room and probably the one who is most out of shape. Talk about humiliation! You know you're in trouble when you can't raise your knee very high because your belly is in the way! YIKES!
AND, to top it all off ... at the end of the class we did body measurements and weight. These measurements confirmed what I always say - I am proportionately fat! Straight up and down - that's pretty sad. I knew I was in trouble when the measurement of my waist now is about the same as adding my bust, waist and hips from when I was younger.
And what is up with that white pincher thing they use to measure fat? I should have known when the instructor had to add-on a modifier so it could measure my belly - I was in trouble. The great thing is that I get to do this all over again after the last class. I.can't.wait.
When I got married I weighed in at about 98lbs ... and when I looked in the mirror I saw a 300lb+ girl staring back at me. I remember being so embarrassed that I wouldn't wear a bathing suit. Hmmm, times change and now my stomach alone is about 98lbs.
Luckily the night was not lost on just exercising. On the way home we went through Timmies drive-through ... I figure there's less packaging to have to discard than when you have a Big Mac meal. If you have four donuts in four separate bags you can always explain that it was over the course of a week. So, I may have been the oldest, I may have been the most overweight but I figure I'm the smartest because no one else in the class would have thought of this. Those other girls were too busy boo-hoo'ing about their 9" upper arms, 27" waist and 37" hips.
At last nights class it didn't seem to matter that I was virtually the oldest one in the room and probably the one who is most out of shape. Talk about humiliation! You know you're in trouble when you can't raise your knee very high because your belly is in the way! YIKES!
AND, to top it all off ... at the end of the class we did body measurements and weight. These measurements confirmed what I always say - I am proportionately fat! Straight up and down - that's pretty sad. I knew I was in trouble when the measurement of my waist now is about the same as adding my bust, waist and hips from when I was younger.
And what is up with that white pincher thing they use to measure fat? I should have known when the instructor had to add-on a modifier so it could measure my belly - I was in trouble. The great thing is that I get to do this all over again after the last class. I.can't.wait.
When I got married I weighed in at about 98lbs ... and when I looked in the mirror I saw a 300lb+ girl staring back at me. I remember being so embarrassed that I wouldn't wear a bathing suit. Hmmm, times change and now my stomach alone is about 98lbs.
Luckily the night was not lost on just exercising. On the way home we went through Timmies drive-through ... I figure there's less packaging to have to discard than when you have a Big Mac meal. If you have four donuts in four separate bags you can always explain that it was over the course of a week. So, I may have been the oldest, I may have been the most overweight but I figure I'm the smartest because no one else in the class would have thought of this. Those other girls were too busy boo-hoo'ing about their 9" upper arms, 27" waist and 37" hips.
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