When I woke up last Wednesday, the only thing I was concerned with was making sure I had my tickets to CATS in my purse. I left the house without my ipod or my mouthguard, so it would be a music-free day and a night of teeth-grinding at Mr. W's.
I was saddened to hear the news about Corey Haim. I had a mad crush on him in 5th and 6th grade after falling in love with Lucas and The Lost Boys.
Work was a slog. In fact, work has been a slog almost every day since the beginning of the yar. I didn't really leave my desk much throughout the day, except to attend two back-to-back meetings in the afternoon.
When I returned to my desk, I found my purse in its usual spot, but it was missing its beloved, very cute, turquoise blue wallet. I leapt up and announced the office robbery. A coworker of mine immediately checked her purse and discovered hers has been taken as well. Tell me people, what are the odds of getting your wallet stolen in an office building while everyone around is working? And how lucky was it that I left my ipod home in the morning?
Prior to our meeting, several of us noticed an out-of-place-looking man walking around, pointing at the ceiling as though he was there to do some sort of repair work. None of us approached him—not even when my boss saw him standing in my cubicle.
He somehow managed to get through a security door that wasn't working properly (very fishy) and when the guard stopped him on his way out, he said he'd been visiting someone in the building. The guard requested his ID and when he went to make a copy of it, the man took off. Probably with my cute turquoise wallet stuffed in his tighty whites. But he left his Florida driver's license. And according to the local police, it's a real ID. Moron...
I rushed to Hollywood as fast as I could after waiting for the cops to arrive, shoveled food in my mouth at Mr. W's and we sped to the Pantages to see Broadway's longest running musical. As the lights went down, the announcer came on and said, "We have a special guest here tonight to talk about the cat rescue organization, Fix Nation. Please welcome Mr. Corey Feldman!"
Now tell me, people, what are the odds of seeing Corey Feldman on the same day Corey Haim dies? Crazy, no?
Also crazy—the fact that CATS was the longest running musical. As you all know, I'm a cat lady. And I just could not get into this production to save my life. My favorite part was when Mr. W leaned over during 'Memory' and said, "I used to be able to play this on the trumpet when I was in jazz band as a kid." Thank you, Napoleon Dynamite.
The whole day was like a trip through bizarro world.
The next day, I had my performance review at work and found out that despite my leaving the country for 6 weeks, I was worthy of a raise and a promotion. Confucius say, "Everything in balance. Lose wallet, get raise."