Yesterday was the first full business day of my return, and that meant doing the first business-y things in the queue; but I got most of that stuff squared away in a timely fashion, so today was just a regular old work-day.
I made some significant progress on my day-job project (praise heaven) – working up a bit of momentum that kept me chugging away well after dark. And I even squeezed in a chat with my agent, which is always good for the soul.
I know I’ve been promising Big Announcements and Awesome Reveals for the last couple of months, but you just have to trust me – things are happening. News is coming. Ever since September, my life has been very duck-like … which is to say, calm and a bit dull on the surface, but with furious paddling taking place below the waterline. Soon, all of this aforementioned paddling will be revealed – and a duck belly plus wildly waggling webbed toes shall be lifted to the light for all to see.
I do believe the metaphor’s usefulness has officially expired.
Moving on, then.
Today I cleaned the fish tank, did some housework, went to the bank, aggregated some quarters for laundry, got a leaky tub faucet fixed, and called the cops to report that my neighbor’s car had been broken into.
The cops didn’t care, because I didn’t see the crime happen. I only knew (a). that it happened, (b). when it happened, and (c). where it happened.
I went to Subway to get a sandwich and all was well, but on the return trip I walked past this same car (parked right under my apartment) … and its window had been bashed out – and its interior rifled through. I couldn’t have missed the event in question by more than five minutes.
So I called the cops on their non-emergency line. The woman who answered the phone very kindly, very politely, very hastily … told me to go away. I didn’t know whose car it was, only that it belongs to someone who lives nearby. I didn’t see the crime take place, and couldn’t describe a witness. No, they wouldn’t deploy anyone to check it out, not until the car’s owner called in the crime.
And I get it, I really do. I didn’t expect an APB and a SWAT team. Just maybe … I don’t know. Idle curiosity.
But – as I put it to the nice woman on the phone – I could tell them where the car was located, and provide her with its make, model, and license plate. When the owner eventually DOES call in the problem, at least they could add to the police report that the incident occurred around 3:10 in the afternoon. You never know. It might be useful.
(And anyway, couldn’t they look up the license plate and maybe inform the car’s owner that it’d been breached? It’s been pouring down rain all day. If it were MY car, I’d like to know about it.)
The nice woman assured me that my information wasn’t useful at all, and that the Seattle Police Department had no intention whatsoever of making any note of any of this. Sorry. And then she thanked me for my time and hung up.
So … okay. Whatever, I guess.
That was all the excitement in my day.