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serindeIt's been a stressful day^Wweek^Wmonth. Not just the emotional escapades recounted in this and other LJs, but work has also been hectic; I had to helm the whole searching for new employee endeavor, and then of course when we selected a lucky victim, there is the setting up and the training (you don't think we have processes for this, do you?). That would have been enough, but we've also been getting a parade of difficult & annoying users. And user problems, too, I mean.
Today I have been especially b0rken, and further vexed by El Jefe showing up well over an hour late for the staff meeting, which meant that by the time we finished I had maybe five minutes to catch up on my work before it was time to leave. I was regaining a certain fragile tranquility sitting with my pooky on the train home; arrived at the house, got the mail, and found...
...an overnight parking ticket for Lurch for someplace in Summit, NJ. No, excuse me, not a parking ticket, a legal notice because I hadn't shown up for my court date for said parking ticket.
Lurch has never been to Summit. I'm not even sure I have ever been to Summit--in fact, I'm pretty sure I haven't. He's never been parked anyplace in Jersey overnight except for our driveway. And I know for damn sure no one had him the night of June 27.
I'm sure it's just something stupid, like a cop writing the plate down badly so "24C" became "24G" or whatever. No doubt it can be simply resolved by them saying "yes, the ticket is for a blue Chevy Nova" and me saying "well, this car is a white Ford Taurus, so FOAD". But it's just another pain in my ass at a moment when I really didn't need it.
Today I have been especially b0rken, and further vexed by El Jefe showing up well over an hour late for the staff meeting, which meant that by the time we finished I had maybe five minutes to catch up on my work before it was time to leave. I was regaining a certain fragile tranquility sitting with my pooky on the train home; arrived at the house, got the mail, and found...
...an overnight parking ticket for Lurch for someplace in Summit, NJ. No, excuse me, not a parking ticket, a legal notice because I hadn't shown up for my court date for said parking ticket.
Lurch has never been to Summit. I'm not even sure I have ever been to Summit--in fact, I'm pretty sure I haven't. He's never been parked anyplace in Jersey overnight except for our driveway. And I know for damn sure no one had him the night of June 27.
I'm sure it's just something stupid, like a cop writing the plate down badly so "24C" became "24G" or whatever. No doubt it can be simply resolved by them saying "yes, the ticket is for a blue Chevy Nova" and me saying "well, this car is a white Ford Taurus, so FOAD". But it's just another pain in my ass at a moment when I really didn't need it.
