What you stole

Sometime yesterday afternoon, you and at least one other friend broke into my house and stole my stuff. You pawed through my clothing, you smoked in my house. You violated my security and you left your tire iron on my bed.

You stole my pearl earrings and necklace that my grandparents had given me. But you cannot steal the memories of being at Epcot Center with them and the joy of watching the guy open up the oyster I had picked and finding not one, but two pearls in it.  Even my grandfather was overjoyed with my luck that day and we had them made into earrings with gold backings.  I wore them and the necklace they gave me at my graduations, at weddings, and at my grandfather’s funeral as a tribute to him.

You stole the necklace my father brought back from Saudi Arabia.  But you cannot steal the feelings of happiness when he would finally come back from setting up the computer system for his client or the anger and annoyance that went with it.  Not entirely happy memories, but they made us a stronger family.

You stole my celtic knot…perhaps my most favorite necklace. It isn’t worth anything on the street, especially in a neighborhood with no Irish. However, you cannot steal the fun that I had out at Hammond Castle, Connecticut, Carver, or Salem dressed up as a “Renaissance” woman being teased by actors and men who believe in chivalry or the memories of delivering cookies or taking pictures from the front lines.

You took my baby locket, my confirmation cross, my grandmother’s jewelry.

You took my feeling of security in my own home.

You ruined my door and the wall I had just painted.

You took my stash of Canadian money.

You, however, did not hurt anyone who lives in the house.

You did not burn down my house with your disgusting cigarette left burning in the rug.

You did not take my great grandmother’s charm bracelet, the only thing I have of hers.

You did not take one of my best gifts ever…the one that my niece picked out for me on her own, and with her own money. The one that I will be wearing this Christmas as it is the about the only jewelry that I have left.
I doubt you are long for this life…but I hope before you die, we get to have some news that you have been arrested or are already in prison and off the streets. I can honestly say that you are one of the few people that I hate.

Circle of Hell

I hope that there is a special circle of Hell for people working for Sallie Mae. I just hate that company soooooo much.

Nothing like going through an automated telephone tree only to be told that you are selected for a survey and then that there is no one to help you.

Grr.

Racing to the weekend…

I cannot stand life right now.

Visitors at work keep trying to talk to me about politics or other topics that we aren’t allowed to discuss, they just voted in the concealed weapons bill and its going to the President for approval, one of my co-workers is a close talker, and I’m just exhausted.

I have also had in the last few days multiple people use racist language around me. Today, a woman asked if the people driving the trolleys spoke clear English because they couldn’t understand people with funny accents. Hmm…guess she probably couldn’t understand Bostonian then. And the other day, a man asked me why we are paying attention to and highlighting the Civil Rights movement (which he seemed to indicate meant from the time period that the slaves were freed to the actual CR movement) and the Women’s rights movement instead of just paying attention to dead white men.

In reality, I wanted to go up to him and yell at him. Especially since he was with his son/nephew/friend who was not white and sitting next to his wife. I’m not sure why people feel that they can confide their deepest darkest hatreds. Maybe its the same reason that people come up to me in the subway or on the street when they are lost. I must just send out something that says “Talk to me!”.

I hate it.

The Weather

Most of my job involves me talking to visitors from around the world, trying to help them understand Boston and getting around. The other day, we had about 300 people come in and I swear, most of them complained about the weather.

Now, this was Tuesday…so it was in the 40s and a bit windy, but nothing horrible. The sun was shining, no rain or snow. And it just started to get on my nerves.

So, the boy comes to pick me up from work and we go over to Kinkos to photocopy some papers, bitching about work while there and then start the walk back. Just before we got into Government Center, I exclaimed “Its just weather, people! Suck it up!!”

And I guess I said it louder than I meant…because two guys (who looked like construction workers) busted out laughing.

At least I was able to amuse someone that day.

Oh, and I saw a woman with mittens, a scarf, and winter hat on yesterday. When it was 60. So glad today is my Saturday.

Smattering of Things

1. My father has been diagnosed with leukemia. It doesn’t get any easier each time I say it or type it…but I’m not bawling hyterically right now which I was earlier.
2. Ironically, I hope he gets the hairy cell type. He is an odd man and would appreciate having that type because of its name. I want him to have that one because the survival rate is much higher.
3. In other news, I hate most of my co-workers. They are rude, self centered, and stupid. One has convinced herself that Halloween is evil and that all Obama supporters are unemployed or rich. Apparently, she forgot that I am an Obama supporter.
4. BLERG!