So, today we worked in a conference room instead of one of the “work rooms” since we - the eight supervisors for writing- needed to all work together to finalize training materials for our next project instead of in groups of four. One of the Chief Readers (aka our bosses) asked us to tidy the work rooms, so we did after lunch. Around two I needed my notes, so I went back to get them; ftr we leave things in the work rooms when we’re not using them and there isn’t another designated spot for them.
We’d been visited by the cleaning fairy, apparently, because the room was even tidier. And my notes were gone. No one else’s stuff had been touched. Two people helped me look for them, and they hadn’t been moved to another place in the rooms or recycled.
Why is this disappearance strange? Because my notes are of no earthly use to anyone but me as they’re just instructions we were given and the schedule for a few upcoming projects. Everyone takes their own notes, so why would they need mine? Not that any of them had left the room we were in long enough to go and swipe them for an unknown purpose. The remaining suspects include people who would find them even less useful: math supervisors and reading supervisors…and the other Chief Reader.
If he took it, the only reason I can think of that he took mine is, that for a lefty, I have neat handwriting so it’s easy to read. But why on earth would he need notes taken on things he told us?! He already knows all that information off the top of his head. Okay, maybe it would be fun to chuckle over my ignorance as to what a senior reader (who would actually be my assistant despite what the similar title might lead you to believe) would do since we’ve never had them before, but it’s not very plausible. That makes him an unlikely suspect as well, despite his perchance to pick things up and wander off with them.
So here it is, hours later and I’m still completely stumped as to why someone would have taken my notes. I’m just hoping they magically reappear in the work room in the morning.
The other night I woke up from nightmares-- the first was about being in a plane crash, and the next I think was an angry poltergeist dream. . . no, I guess it was the attacker in the bathroom dream the plane crash dream had switched into after the job interview nightmare— I’ve been sleeping poorly lately, obviously. Anyway, I woke up in our dark bedroom with a start and in a mild, post-nightmare fear. After about half a minute my husband got up and left the room to go pee (I didn’t hear him, as I had earplugs in). . . then after a moment I realized he was still in bed. So my brain realizes that IT MUST HAVE BEEN SOMEONE ELSE LEAVING THE ROOM, of course. I took out my earplugs and listened vigilantly, sure that there was someone in the house; I kept slightly kicking my man, hoping he’d wake up and actually go pee (and thus prove that I was being bonkers). Eventually I got tired and stopped watching the doorway and listening for sound and having my heart start thumping when I’d hear something, and then realize it was the parrot stretching, and finally fell asleep again.
Question: Why was I so completely positive that I saw my husband get up and leave the room?
(Probable answer: I’ve been watching too much Millennium and X-files on DVD)
So… they were on his desk this morning. Still no explaination why, and he didn’t notice when I took it back and left another notepad for him (he’d only written on one page). Ah well, I never claimed to understand the man.
My niece called me on my cell phone from her cell phone. I missed the call. I called her back. She said she was just returning my call. She had gotten a garbled text message from me and she called to ask what was up.
Only, I hadn’t sent her a text message. In fact, until she called me, I didn’t know her cell phone number. Until I “called” her, she didn’t know mine. My phone shows no record of sending her a text message.
This was quite strange and falls under the OP’s topic. I was walking to the public bus stop that I linger at every morning. The tall non-fat no whip double white chocolate mocha obviously didn’t kick in yet. I have my head at about a 45° angle with the sunning shining on my shoes, I slowly crick my neck into postion where my eyes would see the bench. I see something not out of the ordinary, an old women with a cane. So I slowly continue on walking for about 11 more steps and peer up again. The lady was gone, she just, dissapeared. I was completely and utterly confused and a bit scared.
Now, I guess this doesn’t follow under the OP’s topic because I can explain myself. When I reach my destination I see a picture of an old women on the advertised bench, with a cane. So it was nothing but the morning affects of my brain, still, I found it a little scary.
Well that sums up my first post of many. I hope you enjoyed it at least enough that you’re reading this sentence!
Playing Formula 1 2002 on the ol’PS2 last night,I was doing very well,with a nice healthy lead,when my damn car clips a barrier.And goes straight through the damn thing. Literally disappears and appears on the other side.So poor old driver has no way of getting back on the track,so pootled about a bit and eventually got to the barrier next to the track when it suddenly disappeared and reappeared back on the track ready to roll Looked even better on the replay when you see my car appear out of nowhere on the track…
Every night, winter or summer, at a time between 1AM & 3AM, I hear the sound of something hitting the metal screen outside my bedroom window.
My room is on the second floor. Our home is near a small nature preserve.
What is doing it? I’ve rushed to the window, but nothing is there.
It can’t be a bird or bat or a large insect, because it happens on the coldest winter nights, & the hottest nights of August.
It can’t be a squirrel, as there are no tree branches near my window.
A belligerent man called me at work this week and nothing I said would satisfy him. Sometimes the caller is so misogynistic that they just *have * to speak to another man. So I transfer Mr. Belligerent to a male-type inspector person. About 5 minutes later, I look down at my line and it’s blinking. I gently get the call off "hold - it’s Mr. Belligerent, cursing me and all women under his breath!! Somehow I hit the wrong button and didn’t actually transfer him. I mistakenly just left him cooling his heels on “hold”. So, not wanting to make him any angrier, I said nothing and transferred him quickly.
I was lying in bed last night and I suddenly heard a man yelling outside and he sounded like he was in someone’s backyard near mine. I opened my eyes and listened for the man. After a few moments, I thought the man had left or something, so I closed my eyes. But, as soon as I did, the man started yelling again! He was really loud, too. So, I looked out my window, which faces the backyard and the backyards of the houses behind us. But, I didn’t see anyone. So, I just went back to bed and closed my eyes. The guy started yelling again! I got freaked out, jumped out of bed and went downstairs, where my brother was studying. I asked him if he had heard anything and he just said no. So, I just went back to bed and I never heard the guy again.
About a year and a half ago, my house was up for sale (don’t worry, the weirdest part is more recent). One morning, before work, I was showing my sister something in a wedding planning book while she was drying her hair in the bathroom. When she finished with her hair and left for work, I tucked the book in a cabinet under the bathroom counter.
That day, we had a couple of showings, while I was at work. When I got home, I pulled the book out to look something up, and the page I had shown her that morning was torn out. We thought that was just the weirdest thing ever, because who goes to a house showing and tears a random page out of a random book in the house?
But then, weirder.
The house never sold, (some construction issues in the neighbourhood at the time) so we took it off the market. Last weekend, I climbed up on a stool to root around in the very back of the toppest top shelf of my pantry, where I store extra casserole dishes and stuff and probably go into about once a year, if. And yeah, the torn-out page was there. Eh??
My wife renewed the tabs on our cars a year ago; shortly thereafter, we got a new license number for one of our cars.
Last June, she got a ticket for having expired tabs because the new one didn’t come with new tabs on it. She paid the ticket.
In September, my driver’s license got suspended for nonpayment of tickets.
A month ago we got a letter from the DMV that looked like a tab renewal letter. I pointed this out to my wife and she said she’d take care of it.
This Wednesday I got a notice from the DMV that they were going to cancel my driver’s license because I didn’t send in the form they sent me a month ago saying it’s okay for me to drive, even though I’m a diabetic.
I dug through the pile of mail my wife said she’d take care of and found the unopened letter and ran off to the doctor’s office to get it filled out. Took the filled out form to the DMV to get it signed and pay whatever fines they wanted to keep my driver’s license from getting cancelled, which is when I found out that my license had actually been suspended for the past six months. :smack: :smack: :smack:
So:
My wife got a ticket for not putting new tabs on a brand-new license plate. :rolleyes:
She paid the ticket.
Then, in spite of that, they cancelled MY driver’s license and didn’t tell me.
I only found out because I was dumb enough to check the box that said I’m a diabetic last time I renewed my driver’s license. :smack:
I think I’m coming down with the flu, and I have to drive to Green Bay tomorrow for fighter’s school.
Mine isn’t as weird as some of these but here goes.
Tuesday morning I was sitting in my computer chair putting on my shoes when I notice movement in my peripheral vision across the room. A brief flash of black and white, I thought it was the cat. I looked up toward the corner expecting to see the cat but the corner was empty, nothing there even remotely resembling a cat. I was about to let it go, I probably wouldn’t even remember it now, except I saw my dog. He was standing in his alert posture, staring into the corner with his full attention.
It was probably some poor critter you cat dragged in. When I was a senior in high school I experienced the same thing while doing homework - a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. I ignored it and went back to my homework. It happened again. The third time I could of sworn whatever I saw had just run into the roll of wrapping paper(one of the ones with the plastic things to keep the roll’s shape) I’d abandoned not long before. So I quickly grabbed the roll and turned it up right. And I’d caught a mouse! Our cat had brought a mouse in with her and no one noticed. Since it was winter and all, I let the mouse go in the shed (there was a small mouse-sized hole near the door that little critters kept unblocking, so we eventually gave up on repair attempts) so it wouldn’t freeze.
I know you said black and white, but that same cat once caught a spotted mouse, and we didn’t have any for pets so there must be some non-solid color wild mice out there.
Looked even better on the replay when you see my car appear out of nowhere on the track…
