Busy bee

Sorry I have not posted this week. I have been a busy bee. Last week at work, my coworker came up with a theory why people commit suicide this time of year. Not from depression or loneliness, it is the Christmas music played 24 hours all over the place drives people crazy enough to kill themselves. I saw he point. I told her about the freak next door who needs to walk me to my car. I was scraping ice from my windows when I looked up he was in his car staring at me. Don't know what he was waiting for, but he drove away.
Well she took it upon herself to go to one of His coworkers and casually asked her if she thought the freak was a little strange. She did agreed he is on strange side. My coworker proceded to tell her that he freaked Me out one night hanging around for half an hour after he was clocked out just to walk me to my car. She said she will tell him that he needs to be at the counter, not out socializing. My coworker says everyone else thinks he is odd too, so it is not just me. I feel a little better.
My days off were spent out shopping (about 5 hours), wrapping presents (about 4 hours) while watching my new movies, and getting my secret santa stuff ready. Since I do a lot of craft projects, I tried to get rid of objects. I painted a ceramic ornament and covered it with glitter fabric paint, added Christmas foamies (foam paper) precut in tree and candy cane shapes to my bright pink gift bag (I added gold paint), I twisted red and white pipe cleaners for candy cane ornaments, wrote my secret santa's name on a gold ball, glued bows to small bells, placed in a beanie baby reindeer ornament, and stuck my gift receipt in her black gloves (in case they don't fit or she doesn't like them). I think that is about it. Working with men I noticed the women go all out and men are more cheap with like, 1 or 2 items.
I am starting to not like shopping for winter clothing anymore. Almost everything is made from 100% acrylic or polyester. I can't stand acrylic, wool, or polyester. I can tolerate polyester if it is combined with at least 60% cotton. I can tolerate spandex and nylon though. Please don't ask why, it is just the way my skin is. When I was carrying around the black gloves,, I grabbed a red pair for myself since they felt so soft. I should have looked at the label because soon my hands were burning with what I call "the itchies". I put my pair back and hurried to the cash register so I could I could stop touching them.
The third day I did laundry at my sister's house. I brought pizza from the day before. I wanted stuffed crust from Pizza Hut, but that only is made in a large. Drat. I told my sister all this will take time for puny me to eat, so she took it all but one piece for me, which I ate the next day for breakfast/dinner. Contrary to popular belief orange juice and pizza tastes good. I remembered to bring her Christmas card, then she didn't open it. I made a big stink how I tried to remember all week because I forgot last week, and then she does not read my letter. I can be a dramatic actress sometimes. She loved my Christmas letter. Every loves my letters. A coworker thought it amazing I recall so much. Trust me when I say I think about my letter for weeks before writing it down and review the calendar to help jar my memory.
I had good news to report to my sister. I won my battle with the phone company about the unaccepted charges from a company I never heard. After calling these scammers 3 times and only got a voicemail, the phone company operator removed the charges and gave me a new total. My argument was How am I suppose to get this company (scammers) to remove charges if I can't get ahold of them. She even asked about the new internet charges placed on account. I said As of last night, I did add internet to my computer. Though I have to wait a week for the modem to show up. Hopefully I can figure out installing it. If not, I can call my brother (electrical engineer) for help. I plan on having it firewalled to a T hoping to not get a virus or worm. I only have my fairytale and photos from my digital camera on it so a thief would not gain much.
I learned at a shoe store I used to work at not to have valuables acessible to thieves. A couple of customers got into the backroom once and stole my coworker's wallet and keys out of her coat. My purse was locked in a drawer and I I thought nothing was missing after rifling through it. Then on, I make sure I never have more than $20 in my purse, to the annoyance of my family when traveling together. Most places accept credit cards (only carry when I know I will use), and I hate writing out checks. In Iowa, they stopped placing social security numbers on driver's licenses the past couple years. The only time one needs their social security card is when they get a new job. I read that free annual credit reports were granted by the Supreme Court some time ago. Though I wonder what the point is getting these free reports if the credit bureaus refuse to correct errors. I can see why identity theft is prevalent. Very few retailers actually look at the back part of a credit card for the signature, to my annoyance. After customers thanked me for checking their ID, I made it a practice to thank cashiers when they check mine (I have CID-see photo ID with no empty space on mine because I want cashiers to ask for it) because people like positive reenforcement. I saw a customer's credit card with CID once and thought it was cool. I make sure a thief would not gain much taking my purse. I noticed in the police reports last year that robbers are getting more high tech by using stun guns instead of pistols in parking lots.
Last night, I had to put up with a lot of teasing from a car rental next door about Mr. Freak liking me. Yeah, I figured that out already. She thinks he is a pedaphile. I don't know about that, I just think he's strange. I also have been getting in the habit of moving my car to another lot he can't park in. I casually told him in the winter, we move our cars closer later in the night when all the cars have been returned so we don't walk as far. He wasn't pleased at that. Sorry, winter gets cold here so I'm not lying about the moving cars.
I think this is long enough. Post later. Good-bye.