Mystery Morning Resolved

Sorry to have kept you in suspense. I would have updated you on this a long time ago but I was busy leaning into a toilet trying to figure out how to stay alive while the entire contents of my body was violently projected out through wrenching heaves.

That paints a nice picture, doesn’t it?

Sorry, there isn't a way to pretty that up.

So back to the mystery message. Somehow the suspense makes the story seem a lot more interesting than it is but here goes…

So I got into work and had a written message that someone had called for me – it included a name, company, and phone number.  I didn’t have any connection to the company but the name was familiar. Remember the woman who took my former job who hated me? I would attach a link to that old post but honestly, I’m too tired and drained to try to find it. Anyway, she hated me because she had the illusion that I had the hots for her boyfriend turned husband and she was obviously never able to let it go or to understand that it wasn’t true.  Even though I hadn’t seen him in over 6 years. She was a special kind of crazy.

Well, the name on the message belonged to her husband. Recently turned ex-husband.  I wasn’t sure if it was him, he doesn’t have an unusual name so it could have just been a coincidence. So I looked him up on facebook and guess what? The companies matched.

Well, I wasn’t interested in getting in the middle of that drama so I threw the message away and went about my business.  The next day, I hear someone come in and guess who it is?

Bingo. The man so prized any female with the audacity to speak to him is worthy of a lifetime of scorn.

Great, because what I really want is to get sucked into whatever this is about.

But it seemed pretty legitimate. He was trying to get connected to campus and sought me to have an “in”. There is a tiny bit of me that thinks he may have visited as a kind of vindictive “screw you” to his exwife…but I would like to think we’re beyond that kind of stuff. And that he would have the decency to leave me out of their mess.

If my car happens to get keyed in the next week or so I’ll know for sure…

Now I'm going to spend the rest of the day trying to figure out how to get myself together enough to resemble a professional. Which is going to be pretty difficult because my mind feels like mush.  I didn't make it the whole day yesterday but I'm hoping I can pull it together enough to last through the day. If no one asks me any questions or expects me to make any decisions, I may be able to pull it off...