What's a Little Embezzling Between Jobs?
06/13/2003
8:26 p.m.
Alright, I've been ordered to update. So here goes. Hey. How ya'll doin'? Oh, that's great. Me? I'm snifty. Oh, you meant a "real" entry? Well, I can handle that. My week has been long and tiring. Right now all I want to do is go shopping for some shoes, but my body keep screaming No!! You need sleep right now!! Actually, it's not really screaming. It's too tired to scream. More like moaning. Monday started off with me preparing for the big interview in Atlanta for the job in Greensboro. I got some stills prepared and pulled out the station's style book that I designed to take with me. At the same time, one of my air conditioners had blown a fuse and needed to be replaced. (Yes, I have air conditioning units. Lord, how I miss central heating & air.) So I call my landlord to get him take care of it for me. I had also been asked by my manager to set-up and host the monthly staff meeting. Gotta plan breakfast for 70+ people. And decorate. The budget for the meeting is $200, and when I first noticed the check, I got a little excited. I was hoping like mad that maybe some big-wig thought I just deserved $200 for being such a cool chick. Of course, then I realized that it wasn't for me. Even though I am a cool chick. After work, I head to the mall real quick to buy a top for the interview. My dress code at work is more casual than I wanted this interview to be. I find a top that I absolutely adore, but it's little more expensive than I wanted. I shrug it off, figure I'll just pinch pennies 'til payday on Thursday, and go ahead and buy it anyways. I'm weak like that. Afterwards, I head to the parent's house for some dinner since I'm saving money, and you always eat free at Mom's diner. I also borrow a camisole to go under the expensive cute top and played with my nephew a bit. He's started dancing now. Like all. the. time. It's really too funny for words. Finally, at about 11:15, I head home. I gather all my stuff up and trek up the front steps and unlock the front door. My house is a bit unusual. It's got three main doors to get inside, although you only need two at a time to get in: the one at the front porch or the one at the side porch, and then the main door to the house. I get in the front door just fine, unlock the main door, and pull on the handle. Nothing. It won't budge. The nob turns, but the door won't open. Now the main door has a deadbolt on it. It's a deadbolt that's never been used. I have no key for it. I was told when I moved in that they needed to fix it, so don't worry about it. I guess it got fixed. 'Cause my landlord sure as hell had locked it after fixing the air conditioner. Like I said, I have no key for this lock. I also don't have a home number for these people. My downstairs neighbor has no home number for these people. Their answering machine at work has no home number for these people. The phone book has no home number for these people. Do you notice a trend here? What's a girl to do? I suppose I could've gone back to my parent's house, but I really wanted to sleep in my own bed the night before such a big interview, and I had too much to do in the morning to worry about a locked deadbolt. I also probably could've called my friend Pepper who lives around the corner from me, but again, you got the reasons above plus the fact that he never answers his phone. Especially in emergency situations. I finally resign myself to the fact that I'm gonna have to call a locksmith. At 11:30 at night. Can we say expensive here? I call the guy and he says it's gonna be $45. I'm already pinching pennies as it is. I won't be able to eat for the rest of the week now! All of a sudden, my brain starts a little dialogue: Hey! Wait a minute! I do have a check for $200 at work. Made out to me. I am getting paid on Thursday. I could just deposit it and replace it after payday. What's the harm in that? In case you don't know, folks, this is called embezzling. Of course, my brain doesn't hear the logic screaming Embezzlement! Fraud! Jail! Big women named Marge! It just sits there applauding itself for it's crafty resourcefulnes. I wonder if this is how Jim Bakker got started? Anyways, the locksmith shows up, jimmies the door, I write a check for $45 that doesn't belong to me, and I go to bed. Nothing like stealing from the workplace to get you gung-ho about a job interview. And speaking of interviews... To be Continued...
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