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I finally decided the front porch was a wiser exit into work. Sure I'd have to duck under a wire, but I did live in Congo didn't I? I can do it!

My crazy - but very sweet - Dominican neighbor took it upon himself to GRAB the wire with his gloves, and tie it with a piece of tinsel to his porch and away from my yard. I animately and with great concern said "yikes, be careful, that's dangerous!" I don't think he understood me but he appreciated the sentiment (written all over my face).

OK so snow shoveled (in a very lazy way I just shoveled enough of a skinny pathway to get to the street). Time to get to work.

On Snow and the Perils of Getting into Work

Shoes on the Metro

Yesterday, I was coming home from visiting a house with a friend who is looking to buy. I was not looking forward to the ride in the metro and the walk home in the snow that would eventually follow… until I saw this.

Thinking of the story behind the shoes kept me entertained all the way home!

Some much for Trying to Be Discrete

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It’s probably time for me to look for a new job. I’m a bit bored with my current one, given that it’s been 2 years and 1 month since I’ve started. An eternity in my book.

So the other day, I apply online and have to fax some additional documents over to the recruitment office. I use the fax machine from work, which is located along the main conference room’s wall and is surrounded by cubicle offices (which house a mix of lowly employees and senior-level people).

Shortly after scanning the paperwork, the machine loudly dials the number and the scene goes like this:

Rrrring, rrring, rriing, riing… You’ve reached Janessa Brown at the ROCKVILLE RECRUITMENT CENTER. We are currently closed. Please try us again during working hours.

[Fax redials]

Rrrring, rrring, rriing, riing… You’ve reached Janessa Brown at the ROCKVILLE RECRUITMENT CENTER. We are currently closed. Please try us again during working hours.

[Fax redials]

Rrrring, rrring, rriing, riing… You’ve reached Janessa Brown at the ROCKVILLE RECRUITMENT CENTER. We are currently closed. Please try us again during working hours. [Fax redials]

Mortified, I try to cough over the sound of the fax machine at strategically-timed instances. I frantically repeatedly pound on the “cancel” and “delete” buttons, but the fax stubbornly continues to redial, redial and redial again.

I reach to the back of the machine and turn it off. Then I turn it on again so the next person can use it… And it starts redialing and the voicemail starts AGAIN!

Humiliated, I turn it off once again, put my coat on and leave the office for the day (fortunately it was almost time to go home). The next day, I come back to the office, and someone has discreetly placed the two confirmation sheets from the fax under my door.

I am 1) completely embarrassed about the situation, 2) praying that whoever slipped the pages under my door doesn’t go have a “chat” with my boss.

It’s been three days now, and I still don’t know who intercepted my fax.