That’s putting it mildly! No illicit emails, no “Dear Forum…” letters, no receipts from the Lazy Arms Motel?? 
Sheesh and what is MC’s approximate age anyway? TEDDY BEARS! Now I admit to having stuffed animals in my office, but they are in a basket for the myriad of kids that my friends troop through. (Kids love me - I’m the Candy Lady! 
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But an adult female that populates her workspace with nothing but teddy bears, bad poetry, and frou-frou frilly crap?? :rolleyes: That’s just not right!!
BTW, its offical we’ve made threadspoting go us 
OK. So it is mid-week and MC still hasn’t come in yet? Its time we go to her. C’mon - everyone pile in my car, we’re off to fire MC.
Woo-HOOOO! Thread-spot-TANG, baby!
We rule.
Oh, and Khadaji, NO, her ass still isn’t even back in town, from what we can tell.
I went home at noon yesterday, feeling kinda blecchy (with the heat index, temps around here were up to 107, and I think that’s what did it), and when I came back this morning my boss told me that he got a call yesterday afternoon from a friend of MC’s (one of the friends who got cussed out last week for talking to the police). MC had called this friend (Friend #2, not to be confused with original Friend) and asked her to come and pick up her (MC’s) last paycheck, and deposit it into MC’s bank.
Well, after someone cussed ME out for trying to help the police find her ass, I surely wouldn’t be feeling too generous, but Friend #2 dutifully phoned my boss and said that she’d be coming in to pick up MC’s paycheck.
My boss told F2 that since our office is right down the street from MC’s bank, it would be easier for one of us to just walk the check down there and deposit it into MC’s account. He told F2 to have MC phone him either here at the office or at home (after 5:00), and he’d do the honors himself.
She hasn’t called.
F2 is convinced that MC was calling under duress; she is still quite suspicious of Trucker, and thinks that MC is operating under his orders.
My boss figures that for all of the times she’s phoned someone back here, either to cuss them out or to ask for money, she could at SOME point have given some clue that she needed help, or even a clue as to where in the hell she is.
So the point is, she ain’t even back in town yet (and I’m willing to spring for a tank of gas and a package of Slim Jims for the road trip–who else is in?).
But her office is nice and sparkling clean! It looks like a whole new place in there.
The ad for her job starts Friday, I believe.
No fun. She must just be waiting for her pink slip to arrive in the mail.
Maybe her new maybe-husband is loaded and she doesn’t need a job anymore…
In which case why bother sending your friends all over town for a measly old two-weeks’ worth of non-profit pay?
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I’m not sure this hasn’t been pointed out, but in reference to the very important psychic lady, auntie em noted that she had asked about her fiance without having been previously informed!
Gasp! Proof of psychic ability! Or really great intuition!
Or… an engagement ring, worn by our intrepid detective, and mentioned later by Skip.
Doing my part to stamp out ignorance, just in case.
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I don’t recall, Abel’s Brother, but I think our Shadow-Lifting Lady foresaw the engagement before the existence of the engagement ring. Auntie em and I were unofficially engaged a month or two before I gave up any hope of escaping and bought her a ring. So, absent the actual ring, I’m not sure what other clues she put together (if she wasn’t just out and guessing).
Which isn’t to say that the woman had any psychic powers. I mean, hell, auntie em’s a hottie–it doesn’t take much to guess that someone would be clamoring for her hand (and the better parts!) in mawwwiage.
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*Originally posted by auntie em *
**In which case why bother sending your friends all over town for a measly old two-weeks’ worth of non-profit pay? **We posted at the same time (9:04).
I didn’t know that MC was sending friends all over town to collect her wimpy paycheck as I was hitting submit.
Well, Crayons, it does seem to me like she can’t be that destitute, wherever she is, because whenever she calls someone to ask for money, it always seems like she ends up deciding she didn’t need it after all.
So maybe they stop off at a casino every week with their last 20 bucks, and manage to hit it big enough to last them for a few more days . . . ?
Or maybe she’s selling stuff: a pint of blood here, a gold filling there…
Maybe she could smell it! Cancer-smelling, engagement-smelling. I’ll bet the folks in Topeka don’t even need bomb and drug dogs considering the olfactory feats reported by it’s citizens!
Maybe she’s selling her stuff. It’s legal in vegas you know 
I’m in, but no eating in my car. OK, Slim Jims are OK, but no slurpees, milk shakes or anything else that is hard to remove if it stains.
Does this include some of the “stuff” that MC is selling to survive?
Something kinda like this happened at one of my old offices. We had a new sales guy, doing pretty well, got along with everyone. One Monday morning we came in to a voice mail message saying he was quitting and wouldn’t be back in, no explanation. Later that afternoon, we received a fax from a gas station in Mexico with banking information about where to deposit his last check. My boss called the guy’s home number and left a message that he wouldn’t release the check to anyone but the guy or his wife, and that he wouldn’t deposit it for them either, and two days later the wife showed up to collect the check. She didn’t want to explain, just said that he was very sorry he could not continue to work with us. And that was that.
And to think I feel guilty if I call in sick. At least people know I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth.
OK, that kinda stuff can come.
Sometimes I wish I could. Screw the guy who leaves his office next door with Country and Western blaring on the radio; a fig to those ladies screaming and laughing about their familes at 7:00 AM; fie to those who don’t put paper in their printer, and just go.
So what you’re sayin’, basically, is that MC is Jean Teasdale?
Spend most of the night catching up on this thread…
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To heck with a movie. How about a book about a crime solved by random readers of a web board (based in Chicago…)
Now, of course, I have to keep coming back to SDMB until MC either shows up there, or shows up at my front door (with a quilt)