I typoed. It should be “We can’t COUNT on you… The boss is freaking out now”.
(My keyboard is set up for French right now, so I have to think so much about the characters I’m messing up actual words.)
And it was inspired by Skip’s Scooby-Doo reference. alas… wasted on a typo!
Auntie Em , I think Eats_Crayons may be right. She did a runner. At least, I’m hoping. Hey, maybe she’s in San Francisco. Then again, maybe this is just another freak… but I read it RIGHT after signing off last night.
I still found it funny, and if i wasn’t sitting uder a moutain of paper, I’d finish it.
But I am
so I won’t
I appreciate that.
Interesting, thoroughly unrelated story from up here in Canada – a missing woman was recently found in Calgary, 53 years later. She’d been living as a “suspiciously clean-shaven” man named Michael for years. “Michael” had been reporting missing by his landlord, and “Mary” was reunited with her family after she was found wandering around disoriented (Mary is 77 now, she disappeared when she was 24). The landlord is glad that Michael/Mary was found safe and sound (though possibly suffering form dementia).
I don’t see her running anywhere without you, SkipMagic
Spineless boss, flighty disappearing coworker, cancer-sniffing-diagnosticator…
You have the makings of a sitcom or a soap opera in that there office of yours.
Although I appreciate the thought (and my pride doth agree with you for its own sake), I humbly suggest that you don’t know auntie em well enough.
Heck, she’d run away because of me.
Oh, and yeah, I guess I really do agree with you: should she hit me just hard enough to knock me unconscious, I most definitely wouldn’t see her running away without me, either.
Or anything else for that matter. 
I think it has all the makings of a Lifetime Channel Movie. Just insert a few more characters (nosy busybody neighbor in coworker’s apartment building, handsome single (or recently divorced) private detective, and a mysterious stranger who seems to know more than he or she is telling about flighty disappearing coworker) and you’d have a hit!
I am hopelessly addicted to this thread. It’s like watching reality TV only it’s online and it’s not TV and I’m not watching…never mind…
I really hope she does turn up safe and sound though. Sounds to me like she just took off and doesn’t intend to come back.
Oh, don’t forget auntie and Skip, our fearless detective couple.
Will there be a car chase? This story needs a car chase. Or how about a shootout with crossbows? Can’t have too many crossbows in a story.
Wait…do we have a starving kitten or puppy somewhere, with blood on its fur?
How about a mysteriously scrawled note on the back of the drycleaning receipt…“Tuesday, 7pm, Cassie’s Bar?”
Okay, the cancer thing reminds me of a (true) case I ran across some years ago where a woman pretended to have cancer, went to the extent of losing a bunch of weight and shaving her hair and so on, just to cover up for embezzling gazillions of dollars from her employer.
Has anyone checked the corporate coffers to make sure they’re still intact???
Really, auntie em, keep good notes. This would make an EXCELLENT mystery novel.
::Sigh::
As much as I’d like to be a part of this Poirot ponderance, I’m afraid my character is more resigned to that of, say, the husband of one of them two Nancy Drew broads, Cagney or Lacey. I can’t remember which was married, but it looks like I’m that big husband whose lines are few, acting limited and patience thin as he waits for his SO to come home and blab the day’s details.
Basically, I’m waitng around in this thread like the rest of you. I just have the added advantage of having met all the players (detectives and meter people aside) described herein. auntie em is the star, here. (Well, okay, the wacky nutjob of a missing employee is the real star, but I’m gessing you won’t see her post on the SDMB, so auntie em is our own Hugger-Mugger Homer.)
All I’m saying is that my workplace has never been exciting!
Waiting with baited breath like the rest of you. This is absolutely fascinating!!! I hope we find out something soon…
I’ve been gone for my entire lunch hour and there are no new details? Da-amn! This is going to be a long, drawn out melodrama, isn’t it?
So has anyone tried e-mailing her to see if she’s checking her e-mail remotely, or has perhaps set up an auto-responder that says “I’m in Tahiti and will be away for two weeks…”
When your manager was checking Missing Coworker’s email, did he check the “Trash” and “Sent” folders also? The “Sent” folder may have copies of emails she sent out recently.
ABATED
man that was almost bad enough for me to send in to Scott Adams.
You are clearly not DNRC material 
Since we’re getting pedantic: when used in that phrase, it should be “bated breath”. Bated does come from abated, true, but the latter word isn’t commonly used in that phrase. Gaudere’s Law strikes again.
:smack:
::scuttes away with tail between legs::