more tricks than treats

The final day to our nightmare. Thomas has left the building! He actually vacated some time yesterday (while we were at work). We didn't see his stuff and noticed that he had emptied more little items from the garage - including my work shoes! Dumb ass...

Upon entering the suite tonight - I wanted to puke. It looked like he emptied 2 or 3 garbage bags onto the floors. The bathroom was horrendous and growing something funky in the toilet and tub. He ran out of there without taking his food or dishes. The floor was littered with paraphernalia - including joints, used condoms, etc. Deeming it as a hazard zone - everyone wore shoes. I made some other discoveries. There was someone's stolen credit, debit, health and HBC cards. I took pictures of all this. Because I had told him last week that I wasn't returning the damage deposit (in one of my pissed off talks with him) - he had vented his frustrations with me on the walls. The suite is now engraved with racial slurs, profanity and Nazi signs. Yes - he's real mature. In trying to throw some of the garbage out - I was happy to find bank statements, resumes, phonebooks, etc to which I had evil thoughts. :-) I held back on being vendictive when I discovered pregnancy test, documents and doctors notes. It appears our little Doreen was pregnant. That would probably account for her mood swings with Thomas. Oh boy - they're going to be one messed up family. Thinking that Karma will win in the end and that hopefully Doreen will be my ticket to retribution - I gathered the stolen cards and went to document another email to the Ministry of Childrens & Family and Thomas' parole officer. Of course I had to vent a bit on them so I detailed the email with the license plate and description of Thomas' buddy that has been hanging around here in the last week. I'm hoping that my email will get Thomas into trouble with the law as he deserves it.

That being said - I've been so preoccupied with this matter that I lost my Halloween spirit. I didn't have a costume this year and was a spectator at the annual Halloween Parade. Oh well - there's still Xmas to get excited about. My lack of enthusiasm manifested itself in the inability to plan or decorate my department with Halloween stuff. Lol - it's sort of comforting to know that in some ways my department mirrors my mood. At the same time - it's not good to have only one employee who's always hyped up about "doing" teamwork stuff. Where's the teamwork in that?! On the home front - my parents van has finally died. It's body is still in Richmond. So for the next 2 days I'll be a WestCoast Expresser again till we go buy a car on the weekend. I've been trying to convince my dad to get a truck as that's what he really needs - not another large van. Secretly I'm thinking about how useful having a truck would be when it comes to moving! :-)

Halloween howl

Weekend Update:

Friday

• attended Chicky's company Halloween Party at Mayfair Golf course. They usually have it at this location and is a night of appetizers and gambling.
  
• Chicky and I sat down with his coworkers for some friendly poker playing. I must say I can hold my own against those boys. This was a pretty serious table and eventhough we weren't playing for money - they sure acted as if they were losing real money!
• The good thing about his company is that they hire the Monte Carlo Entertainment group which usually consists of REAL casino employees. Our dealer was actually a dealer for the River Rock Casino. :-) I guess it's good extra income. I've thought about hiring thier company for some of my own Social Club events but they are freaking expensive and we don't have the budget for it.
  
• After the party Chicky, Joyce, Ali and this other brown guy went over to No. 9 restaurant for some greasy chinese food. Mmmm...it's funny watching Ali interact with Chicky though. Chicky is his supervisor/team lead and Ali's a very cocky/ambitious young man. Needless to say they have differing opinions on stuff and since Ali has only been with the company for 4 months - he's still testing the boundaries of Chicky's patience. :-) It's amusing as I'm use to the way Chicky talks and to see Ali tip-toe around subjects that might get him reprimanded on Monday when they are in a "work" environment.
  

Saturday

• hung out at home and cleaned the house, this was mixed in the occasional paranoid looks out the window for evidence of Thomas' whereabouts (only a couple of more days till that boy is outta here!)
  
• had dinner with my family - my parents had made another trip to Steveston (Richmond) market. They love getting seafood there as it's "fresh".
• My dad brought home a sea monster:

• We chopped up the giant squid and listened to my dad's dreams of catching one of these live for himself and not buying it from the market. Obviously he didn't see the danger in giant squid fishing when we watched Discovery Channel.

• After dinner with the whole family - it was the usual Le Family pass time - poker! The kids played till 5am. KA and Mike had to work early the next morning, Chicky and I had a v-ball tournament to play in, Carol & Minh had both girls with them (Angelina and her cousin Teresa) and had been out all day doing Halloween things with them so they were running on low energy as well. I think we all slept for like 3-4 hours max before going to our next commitments. :-) The good thing is that my dad's friend had come over for the day and commented on how close the siblings are and how loud/crazy the house was (in a good way). Goes to show that we're a pretty tight knit family and have no one else to hang out with but each other on the weekend.
  

Sunday

• I dragged Chicky out to Mikey's (my coworker) semi-annual volleyball tournament. I didn't really want to play and when the team all bailed on Friday afternoon my motivations levels dropped below 0.
• Having slept 3.5 hours, Chicky and I were in no shape to play a 6 hour tournament. I can't even do it on a normal amount of sleep! He's a good sport though and volleyball just happens to be a sport that he enjoys so he came along for the ride.
• We showed up to find ourselves lost in the shuffle. Mikey had salvaged together some players to make up a team. So I was the only girl on the team - you're suppose to have 2 girls on each team. They allowed this because it was better than having no team at all.
• Needless to say I sucked. The 3 that were holding up the team were Chicky, Coul (?) and Dale. All were good players and played in v-ball leagues before, Coul is a setter for a Taiwainese division A league team...hahaaa...gives you a sense of the skill levels I was working with. Jack and Dennis are athletic so they held their own well. I tried to stay out of everyone's way as much as possible and was sure that they would have done better without me. :-) Ah...just taking up space on the court. I think some of them wanted to yell at me but couldn't because they didn't really know me. Lol - in the end they just treated me like a kid. Which was fine with me as I enjoyed the cheers of encouragement when I actually made contact with a ball that resulted in a rally.
  
• On the bright side - these tournament have one beneficial thing. Prizes are not based on skill level. Pure randomness - we're all given tickets at the beginning and it's just the luck of the draw. Whoopeee! Mikey guarantees at least one winner from each team. Since there were only 6 of us - the chances of 2/6 getting prizes was pretty good. I won! What did I win? A volleyball! Hahaa...the guys on the team thought it was ironic - yes...give the girl with no skills a volleyball please!

I was happy to have spent the day out doing something active. Otherwise I'm sure Chicky and I would have slept in till noon and basically slothed our way to the TV. When we got home from v-ball we were tired but got cleaned up, cooked dinner and watched 2 movies at with the family. Our bodies were aching from the exercise. Lol - we're definitely out of shape!

locks of love

Last night I came home and was taking off my shoes at the front door. KA came out of her room and was talking to me from the top of the stairs. Something looked different about her but it was midnight and I was preoccupied with balancing on one stiletto shoe while trying to take the other off.

KA had cut off most of her hair! Wow - that was a shocker. She actually donated it to Locks of Love. An non profit organization that works with cancer patient children to create wigs for them. That was pretty cool that she did this. She's always been the humanitarian in the family - working on some charity or another. She encouraged me to do so as I have the right length of hair too. :-) Maybe another time - when I'm feeling more adventurous!

new look to life

On Sunday I bought another lens for my camera. I've been selling my current ones in search of a "walk around" lens that would suit my purposes. Craiglist is full of things to buy and sell so I took the opportunity to pick up the Canon 17-85mm lens for a reasonable price.

This lens has had good reviews. I haven't had a chance to test it out yet but it feels much heavier than my other lens. So I went from 4 lens back to 2. Getting rid of my 18-55 kit lens and keeping the 50mm prime. Lol - now to take more pics and get some use out of the camera! Oh well - all in good fun.

Haunted Trolley Tour

On Saturday night Chicky and I went on the Vancouver Museum Haunted Trolley Tour. This is the second time I've experienced this tour. I had gone a couple of years ago and really enjoyed it. So this time some of my coworkers, Chicky and I embarked on a night of ghostly delights.

Before going on the tour we grabbed a quick bite at the Noodle Box on West 4th Avenue. I've never been to the Vancouver location but did get to eat at the chain in Victoria this summer and really enjoyed it. I ordered "mild-medium" this time as I had made the mistake of ordering "medium" last time thinking that a restaurant full of white people serving South East Asian food can't be that hot. I was deadly wrong! Even mild-medium for the fried rice was too spicy for me so I ended up packing mine to go. I like the portions of food for the price - pretty reasonable.

Nasi Goreng - Malaysian Fried Rice

Hookkein Noodle with Plum Chicken

Want to see a menu? Click here.

After a filling dinner and the hunt for some coffee, Chicky and I were armed with Tim Hortons and ready to tackle the wet/cold night. We started off the tour at the Vancouver Museum. The structure of the museum is very nice. :-) I haven't actually gone inside. I like the metal crab structure on the outside - will have to come back on a sunny day to take a picture of it. Before getting on the bus we had a bit of a teaser. Needless to say I yelped and had a good scare before it all started. Lol - I think my screech scared Chicky more than the actual surprise. Mmmm...dark rooms...you just KNOW something is going to jump out at you...

The tour lasted 2 hours. I felt a bit jipped this year as the hostess was trying too hard to be scary and only accomplished to be slow. She wasn't very familiar with the stories and at times looked distracted as she peered out of the bus windows and looked at the local traffic. :-) It was cool when we made a short detour to the grave yard. There was a "mystery" man lurking around the grounds but we all politely walked away from him when he came near us. Enroute to the Vancouver Police museum, another bus had mechanical problems and we nearly had to rescue them. Thank goodness their driver was able to get a boost from a passerby.

At the Vancouver Police Museum we got to see a real morgue. Chicky took the opportunity to jab the cadavers with his umbrella. :-) Guess he didn't want shrouded figures to sit up during the autopsy demo. The guy doing the demo was pretty funny and actually worked for the morgue. Lol - we learned cool things about bodies in general. I didn't know what the circular bone saw can't cut through skin. :-) Apparently it vibrates instead of spins thus enabling any commoner to cut off a cast without cutting you to shreds. Doh - CSI was so wrong. The other tools of the trade were interesting as well. Lol - I like shows like CSI so this was all interesting.

After the morgue we were rushed back to the starting point. Some of my coworkers didn't know what to say afterwards. Oh well - I guess it's one of those things that is highly dependent on your guide. If you guys get a chance - it's worth checking out once.

role reversal

My dad came into my room just now and asked where the IKEA long bench/coffee table was. We had used it as a brace for the garage door the other night. Pissed off I quickly called Thomas - he didn't pick up. I stormed downstairs to bang on his door - no one answered. After a few more pounds and calling Doreen on her cell phone (she wasn't there either). I contemplated what to do. By this time the whole family has worked ourselves up into a frenzy again.

Micheal ran around the house with a flashlight and peered through all their windows - one bonus of those cheap asses not buying blinds. He saw his poker set on the missing coffee table. That's 2 things in visible sight that has been stolen today. Grrrr!!!! We confirmed that no one was home. I said we should break in and retrieve our stuff. No one argued with me. I had some hesitation and wanted to get the opinion of a cop. So I called the Coquitlam RCMP. Finally getting through on the non-emergency line, I asked them my question. The cop said this was a civil matter and technically Thomas still lives in the suite (eventhough he took stuff) so I can't go in without giving him 24 hour notice. I thanked the cop for the info. :-)

Armed with 5 family members, cell phones and keys. We broke into the suite and rummaged through his stuff. Screw what the cops say - they haven't been any help at all in this whole ordeal. If Thomas thinks he has free reign over our stuff - same goes for us! The suite is basically empty. Looks like he's gotten rid of most of the stuff - or hopefully he's getting ready to move! We grabbed items that looked like ours - poker set and knives mostly. I told them to leave the table as I need some ammo to chew him out with tonight. I'm on the look out for his return tonight. So then we re-evaluated what's left in the garage again as we also noticed that Thomas had help himself to the paper cups, etc that was in the garage. Ir would appear that he thinks that the garage items are "shared" goods. Time to change that train of thought for him.

people and pictures

Lately I've been asked who I know who shoots pictures or video. It's mostly from friends who are planning weddings or are looking for someone to take pictures of them for some reason or another. Or maybe for no reason at all! My little photography group are a bunch of talented folks. Some have websites (the more motivated ones) and some don't. I'll start adding their sites to my photo albums list on the side of this site in case you wanted to do a referral or something like that. Mike and I work together so he's the one I hang out with and shoot pictures often with. :-) He picked up the passion 2 years ago and has really dove into the hobby. Some day I think he should just make the jump to photography as a career. Till then - he's my wedding photography buddy. Another pal is Haydn Eugene. He's was commissioned by Regis (framing company) to do some pictures for their window displays. Unfortunately Haydn isn't as web-based as Mikie so no site for you guys to see his stuff. Oh well - if you ever walk by a Regis store and there are panoramic city-scapes of downtown Vancouver - that's his stuff.

Emergency Response Team

Today was our annual ERT drill at work. I volunteered to be a "secret" casualty this year. I had a great time doing it even though I had second thoughts yesterday when I saw the forecast for today and thought about having to lying around outside in the wet and cold.

At lunch I went over to the occupational health room to get my "makeup" done and receive my script for what type of victim I was to be. Luckily I have the enthusiasm and assertiveness to ask for a "better" script when I was handed the "smoke-inhalation" patient. Boring! I wanted to use the services of the makeup artist that was working on someone else! :-) I happily accepted "burn" victim. Diligently slopping on the cold cream so that the greasy makeup they were going to apply wouldn't stick - I walked over, rolled up my sleeve and had them put on my burned skin makeup. Lol - I should have put more thought into which arm to give them to do up. :-) I'm not ambidextrous. Because there were more complex victims to attend to - the makeup artist let me do my own face. I was to "look pale" from loss of blood. I only had one good arm to use so after I finished smearing my face with paint then picked up a mirror to check out my work-of-blind-art. A clown was looking back at me. :-) Laughing I went over to the makeup station and begged for help. One of the ERT guys helped me look less Bozo and more bloodless.

Done with makeup - one of the ERT people walked some of us up to the floors that we were to be stranded on. My script said I had an electrical burn to my arm and that I was in a kitchen at time of the disaster. :-) Happy to ablige - I went looking for an empty lunch room to hang out in till the start of the drill. I plopped myself down on the ground and read the short script, diligently memorizing my symptoms and responses that I'm suppose to give to the respondent when they found me. I heard the alarm bells go off and the announcements on the PA system. Seconds turned into minutes...many more bells and announcements...then it was well over an hour and I was getting bored. The battery on my camera had died so I was sitting on the cold kitchen floor waiting for a hero to rescue me. The make up on my arm had long dried up and I was starting to pick at out of sheer boredom. All of a sudden someone walks into the kitchen - it's an employee that's come there to microwave their lunch. The drill was over! Wait a minute...I wasn't suppose to die in this drill. What the?!???

I went to the post-incident briefing and got to hear the feedback from the ERT members. I was disappointed that no one found me. I wasn't hiding in the corner of the building - I was in the lunch room! The drill had been chaotic actually and part of me was happy to have NOT been found and dragged out into the miserable rain to be assessed by Triage. Some of the scenerios got out of control and the Site Commander didn't have control of the situation. This resulted in hundreds of people standing outside, getting wet and waiting for instructions. Needless to say the debriefing was full of complaints from every chain of command. On an aside - I was one of 2 casualties that never got rescued. Lol - it was kinda comforting to know that someone else got left behind too. Well - there goes my 5 mins of fame! It only goes to show that our ERT team has to make some drastic changes to improve the process in the event of a real catastrophe.

weekend update

Saturday

• mulled around at home, didn't venture out as I was keeping an eye on my stupid renter kid
• did some chores and watched LOTS of educational TV such as What Not To Wear!
• kept myself occupied with making sure he knew I had my eyes/ears out for him (this was accomplished by stomping around the house and watching TV very loudly - mixed in with the occasional surprise run around the exterior of the house to make sure all windows/doors are intact)
• That night I went over to Tanya's place to celebrate her 30th b-day with her. It was good to see her Hydro friends. Madeline was sweet and made her a brownie cake. :-) Can't get any better then good food and friends to chit chat with! We spent the night enjoying knee-slapping jokes provided by comedians Funny-Sunny and Ha-Ha-Tan. Though I groan at Tanya's ability to tell physics or engineering jokes - I'm very proud at how clever they are and how well she tells them (though 90% of the time I don't get it).
  
• more jokes about your profession
  
• Sunny and I discovered we share interests in tech toys (he's a newly converted MAC-lover) and had discussions on the theories of finance. Don't ask me why we landed on that topic of all things to talk about. :-) I have a knack for starting "odd" conversations.
  
• Stayed over at Tanya's till super late then went home when the others did. Thanks for having us over babe!
  

Sunday

• hung out downtown with Chicky
• did some shopping on Robson Street
• tried to wolf down my yucky Denny's meal so that we could catch a 1:30pm flick - we ended up missing the show time and I had a take out box with my whole meal (which Chicky had to carry around the rest of the afternoon)
  
• we caught a B-movie (The Seeker - Darkness Rising) at 4pm - definitely NOT going to let Chicky choose movies anymore! What a waste of money - *groan*
  
• ate dinner at Royal Thai - which was good. Thai food is pretty trendy - lots of places downtown are centered around that ethnic group.
• rushed home for my shift of watching the house as everyone else also had dinner plans (some of my family still don't feel safe leaving the house empty to fend for itself)
• spent the evening watching TV and listening to Thomas crank his stereo - he had called to say that he was having a "few" friends over. This only made me more vigilant about keeping all the lights in the house on and keeping my ears open for 'odd' sounds.
  
• only heart stopping moment was when Mui Mui and I were folding clothes while watching Family Guy and someone banged on the front door loudly. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I thought someone was trying to break in. I was home alone as I live too far away for Chicky to drive down for "a bit". Cautiously I look out the front window to see a disgruntled older woman. I'm puzzled. So I go to the front door to see what she wants. She's one of Thomas' friend's moms. I guess she's not so keen on her son hanging out with Thomas. I didn't hesitate to point her in Thomas' direction. Nothing like a party-killer than a mad-mom banging on your door. Enjoying the confrontation between Thomas and this lady - I watch from behind the front window blinds. I've made it the weekend's purpose to make everyone who has been involved in this Thomas ordeal to feel as agitated as I was. This included multiple heated conversations with Christie (the youth worker) and calling Suzanna (the social worker) at home. :-) Ah - when I get fixated with being confrontational, there's no end to how many ways I can bug them. Needless to say Christie got off her lazy ass and began looking at the end of the weekend with more "purpose". She just needed to see the light (or be bashed over the top of her head with it). She made some weak promises about getting Thomas into a group home or something like that by the end of weekend. We'll see how it goes. I might have to "encourage" her again midweek so that she doesn't lose focus of our shared interest (getting Thomas' off our backs).
  

paranoia

I haven't slept much. Paranoia is setting in. I took a "sick" day today and will likely take one tomorrow. I slept lightly last night as every squeaky sound made me get up and walk around the house. I wasn't the only one paranoid. The first time I walked downstairs in the middle of the night - I noticed that my parents had shoved a diningroom chair into the front door handle. Goodness - what has it come to?!

Everyone left for work this morning. I couldn't sleep so I took my stuff down here to watch TV, eat breakfast and begin the hunt for the social worker. No luck though - she was out of the office to pick up another child. She had her child protector hat on today and could not deal with Thomas' situation. I basically stayed in the house all morning and talked to AlarmForce. I was really disappointed that they can't book an installation till October 22nd. That's like WAY too late!!! I've tried escalating the situation to them and they said they would book me into the next cancellation. I guess I'll have to follow up tomorrow.

Feeling brave - MuiMui and I went out to get the mail. Putting my key into the mailbox, my neighbor pulls up in his white car. He wanted to give me an update on what's going on. Apparently Thomas' brother and friend came back last night. They were seen walking around the property. The neighbor's dogs were going nuts so he went out to check, he saw them then opened the window to yell at them when they ran away. Great - now my paranoia has been reinforced! That's one great thing about having creepy-snoopy neighbors - they come in handy when it comes to situations like this. Mental note to self - get something nice for the neighbor and his family for putting up with our mess and always watching our property.

I come home and call Thomas. I could hear him and Doreen downstairs all day. I made sure they could hear me too - don't want them thinking about doing stupid stuff thinking the house is empty. I confront him about his brother coming back in the middle of the night. He then tells me that his brother had actually called him before midnight. I freaked out at him. Pissed off that he did not disclose this information sooner. I told him that he's not understanding the severity of the problem and that I can "technically" charge him with possession of stolen property. I don't care how some of my stuff got into his place - the fact that it's there is enough for him to be dragged to jail for at least a day. I'm hoping he will take heed to my strong advice to get himself out of my home asap before I have to take drastic measure and involve more police. So now it's a matter of just installing what we can till we get those kids out. Let it be known - I hate the fact that tenants have more rights then landlords. There should be a bylaw that allows a landlord to throw tenants out on the spot for misdemeanor.

violated

My stress levels mount. The cold I've been trying to fight off is taking over. Today has been EXTREMELY stressful. I feel violated and frustrated.

I received a call at 4:30pm from Doreen (Thomas' gf - who is the renter) - she's hysterical as she says Thomas' brother and friend is trying to kill the 2 of them. I was startled. She had tried to call the cops but they wanted to talk to the landlord (me). I was super worried about my mom (who's usually en route home at this time). Hanging up on Doreen and telling her that I will deal with the cops in a bit, I call my mom on her cell and luckily catch her while she's on the bus. I warn her not to go into the house as it's not safe and to go to the neighbor's. She's freaked by this. I'm still at work so I call Mike to tell him to go home now to deal with the mess.

I then get a call from the cops about a fight and tell them that Thomas is the renter and everyone else has to be thrown out. The Constable by this time has reassured my mom and leaves the home. My mom stays at home but the big-burly-neighbor is worried about her and stays with her until Mike comes home. I arrive home at 7pm. By this time all kinds of negative thoughts are going through my head. I've called Chicky for moral support. Getting into the house, listening to the story of the fiasco, I go on the hunt to find the home phone number for Thomas' social worker. Find it - number doesn't work. Grrr... Giving up on that I go downstairs to inspect the basement and the damage to the wall where the fight broke out (in the garage). I discover that the storage room has been ransacked! Panicking Mike, Chicky and I do a quick survey of the inner storage room. At a quick glance we can see the bikes and snowboard equipment are missing. Now I'm REALLY stressed and pissed off. I call the Constable that came by earlier to deal with the boys - she advises that I have to file a separate report for break-and-entry. That's so dumb! While I'm doing the administrative work and arranging for more cops to come back to the house - Mike, Chicky and my dad go through the garage to see if anything else was stolen. They start making the lists. We feel so violated!

Pissed off - I am on the hunt for Thomas. Realistically - I have no one to lash out at so I was in the mood for his blood. It didn't help that I'm sick and grumpy to begin with. Unlucky for him - I find that he's returned home. So I go downstairs to tear a strip out of him. In the process of doing this I discover that he's let his brother live in the suite for 5 days now - which means that his brother and his buddies could have been stealing from us for the last week! Thomas' ironically "discovers" one of Mike's large rolling snowboard bags in one of the bedroom closets in the suite. Along with a couple of our LCD monitor boxes. The boxes are empty as our computer equipment is in the main house. My mom has her conspiracy theories - some family members agree. Now the other incidents of Thomas and Doreen killing each other aren't so bad. As we weren't directly involved and didn't fear for our own safety and that of our property. It's all perspectives...

So the cops come, scour the place, take our statements, interview Thomas, assure us that there will be warrants out for the brother and friend (who are both "known" to police) and give us recommendations on how to protect ourselves. My mom is scared that Thomas' brother will come back for revenge (for us calling the cops). Thomas is worried that he's going to get beaten to a pulp. To sum it up - the tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. Quickly grabbing what's left in value from the storage room - we bring it into the house. I'm going to take a sick day tomorrow. It's not like I'd have to fake it cause I am truly sick and should have stayed home today (maybe then all this wouldn't have happened). It's night time and the whole family is fortifying the house. We know that Thomas' brother and friends know exactly what electronic equipment is upstairs as they rummaged through all the empty boxes. Mike is putting locks on the bedroom doors. We've barricaded most of the doors and windows. My mom says that the crazy boys had walked around the house and checked out all entries - MuiMui had alerted her to someone walking around the house. Yah MuiMui!! If you were only like a 150lb dog...then that would be better!

So tomorrow - on the agenda is the installation of a security system. We've decided to shove everything from the garage into the storage room and barricade it inside. Board windows that are hidden from direct view from the street. I was told not to go in and out of the house and stay locked inside if possible - my mom is paranoid. My parents worry that more trouble is coming and I will be home alone. I feel like it's so unfair that we have to turn our house into a fortress. I made a suggestion at dinner about shooting the guys if they return with Mike's paintball equipment. KA nodded in agreement - Mike and Chicky shook their heads and said we're being stupid. Plus - some of Mike's paintball equipment was stolen so they could retaliate. The cops tried to coerce Thomas into packing up his bags tonight but that didn't pan out. My mom was disappointed. It's going to take a while to install exterior locks on all the bedrooms. But I think - if someone breached the main entry doors - what's another lock to them right? I guess I feel super guilty to Mike. The bikes are normally chained to each other with 3 titanium locks - Mike's bike is super expensive and mine is like only $400. Since I went on the MS Bike tour - I didn't chain the bikes back together after putting it back into the storage room - I take full responsibility for the laziness. It would have been impossible for the thieves to remove the bikes if they were clamped to each other like before. Mike is so careful with his stuff and I'm reckless. *sigh* Good news? I had Mike remove Renny's bike months ago when I thought the value of goods in the storage room was out weighing the home insurance policy. For a long time the storage room as the primary storage location for our friends' gear...it was a high risk room from the start. Mike is so calm, he lost the most stuff tonight (not to mention the value of his stuff exceeds that of mine and my dad's combined) and all he's worried about is moving stuff into his room and locking it. Oh well - there's lots more to do tomorrow. Primary concern is getting those kids out of here asap!

On the bright side - this gives me something interesting to blog about. Plus it also has brought our attention to how unsecure our home is and where our vulnerabilities lie. :-) I don't think we'll be renting for awhile. We're all so emotionally scared by this tonight. I don't think any of us can sleep. Lol - I've got my ears on the look out for our car alarms. Car vandalism is my sore spot...I think I would literally KILL someone if I caught them vandalizing any of our cars.

crazy tenants

Well - it's official. I've just evicted the kids downstairs. For the past 2 months we've been renting to this super young couple. I consider myself a pretty patient and overall "nice" landlord. I have a few basic rules (which are laid out on paper and signed off prior to any of the kids renting). Thomas on the other hand has tried my patience and made it not worth being charitable anymore. In 2 months there have been:

• 2 police incidents
• domestic violence (she beating on him)
  
• daily fights between the 2 of them that are so loud that we can hear every word through the floors

The primary culprit is the girlfriend as she's an emotional wreck and going through some kind of family crisis. It wouldn't be so bad if they were just crazy towards each other but lately the next door neighbor has been getting involved. Even Michael and KA had to bang on their door last week to give them a "final" warning as their craziness was driving those 2 nuts up here. I guess I'm not home enough to experience the epic fights. When I am home - I'm usually in my room - which is 2 floors above them so completely oblivious to what's going on in the basement.

So coming home after a long day of work and commuting to pull up onto the drive way and see my neighbor come out of his house to give me his daily "update" on what those 2 crazies were doing during the day was a bit too much today. Work has been really busy this week and the traffic a nightmare - I wasn't in the mood for "what they were doing while you were gone" reports. Plus the complaints from my family are accumulating and stressing me out too. I smiled politely to my neighbor and listened to the latest update about the gf running around the neighborhood last night banging on neighbor's doors because he locked her out of the house. Dragged my weary self inside, made dinner, ate it then went downstairs to confront them. They're always polite when we come banging on their door - which makes them even CRAZIER as they try to pretend that all is hunki-dorry downstairs. After I told him - I walked up the stairs and he closed the door to the suite and the fighting began. So they're out of here at the end of the month. I think we'll take a bit of a break from students for the Xmas season. I'll probably list again for the spring semester. Figure the students won't be looking till early/mid December anyhow.

webinars

This week is National Customer Service Week. In celebration to all of us that endeavor to help out the village-idiot - my department is launching a promotional campaign. Not only bring to attention the focus on customer service employees but Help Desk as a whole. For the past 2 weeks I have been involved in the planning and preparation of the campaign. It was a natural fit for me to be on the committee as in some ways it was just another social event to add to my growing list.

I started my new shift today. For the next 3 months I'll be working from 8:30am-4:30pm. I gave myself 1.5 hours to get to work. Wasn't sure what rush hour traffic would be like. The only bottle-neck I experience was on the Barnett Highway. Boy am I going to be relieved when they complete that project! It took me an hour to get into work so that wasn't too bad.

After logging onto the phones for about 2 hours and dealing with all those that leave work for 2 days and forget their passwords every monday morning - I was booked to attend a webinar. Usually I enjoy the webinars that my supervisors send me off to as they are very keen on where my interests lie (in psychology based lectures - not that techie stuff). I was fooled though! The title of the webinar was "How to Survive a Monday". I was thinking it would be focused on customer service - instead it was basically a book review lecture. I felt like I could have gotten the same information by logging into Chapters site and reading the reviews on their business/leadership books instead of sitting through the seminar. The good thing about webinars is that the speaker can't hear you - so I happily groaned loudly and booed his lecture from the comfort of my meeting room. There was only one other person who was doing the webinar with me from my department. He was bored too and hadn't actually read any of the books on the "recommendation" list. Lol - I also gave my colorful review of books that I've read that were also on the list. It gave me something to do while I watched the awful PowerPoint presentation move across the screens.

You know a webinar speaker is going to suck when he starts off his lecture with pleads for the audience to visit his website. :-) What did I get out of this today? The opportunity to participate in polls - the only thing keeping me in that room while he droned on about book reviews. So I've posted my own poll on the blog. It's one of the questions that I answered in the webinar today - except my choices of answers on this blog are less serious.

PJ days

This weekend has been a really lazy one. I think I spent the majority of it in my pjs. It was nice to relax though. Chicky and I indulged in a B-movie marathon Sunday. Crappy shows that were so bad that they went straight to video. :-) The good thing about downloading is that we don't have to confess to renting that junk. We were able to catch up on popular TV series though.

Since I have school on mondays - I have to watch the recorded Heroes episodes on the weekend. The second season started off with a bang. Introduction of MANY new super heroes and the return of the main characters. KA introduced us to a new series called Dexter. It's an interestingly morbid show about a sociopath who works in forensics by day and murders by night. Pretty graphic which only adds to it's appeal. :-)

Engaged in mindless TV watching - I ignored more important tasks such as studying, chores and work. :-) I had decided that I would take whatever mark on the midterm that I "deserved". Lol - my academic goals are far from what they were YEARS ago. I figure - if I pass the course then WOOHOO!! Getting good grades is just icing on the cake.