So, yesterday I THOUGHT I was having a FABULOUS five star day.  I saw a fun new client to wrap around my little finger, and I saw a fun regular client who is fully wrapped around my finger.  I let the regular take me out to dinner at Aqua afterwards as a reward for two years of loyal service.  And as most people who know me know, any day featuring fish is a damn fine day. Aqua even sent us to our respective homes in a town car.  Aren’t we special!

Really.  A perfect day.  I thought.

I got home to find out that …

The contractor whom I hired to de-moldify my bathroom last April shortly before the eviction had stopped by to finally finish the work.  Yup.  He has been gone for three times as long as the job was supposed to take in the first place. I think he gets super bonus contractor points for that.

He left me a note  stating that he was in the neighborhood and that his cell phone had died so he couldn’t call.  The note was in place where people can leave notes or packages when I’m not home.  It’s a pretty private place.  UPS and Fed-ex leave their packages there.  sissy sandra leaves packages there… and occasionally, when she is lucky, I leave her a sports bottle full of my golden nectar in return.  I’ve never ever had anything stolen from there.

Until yesterday.

I get home and instead of sandra’s special birthday present I instructed her to purchase me to use on her there is a note from the mystery disappearing contractor. She said she put it near the note. She text me as she left my place. I asked a roommate to grab it no more then 10 minutes later and it was gone.

Poof.

Happy Birthday sandra.

Yesterday was also the day a man drove his SUV through my neighborhood running pedestrians down.  I came home and watched the news which featured several of my regular local haunts in the background of the bloodshed and mayhem.

I was told that there is an old japanese saying that states that if you lose something valuable, it is psychic payment for escaping danger.  I have to wonder if sissy sandra’s birthday present wasn’t payment for my safety.

Or some such. It makes me feel better then thinking that the guys painting the neighbors house (and realistically the only people who could access the package) are now playing with my NovaPro.