Saturday, October 26, 2013

The one with the woman on the balcony.

My friend Darrah is in town this weekend. She arrived yesterday morning and we've had a fantastic time of catching up, eating, and sight seeing so far. Last night after dinner, we called it a night and headed to bed.

Since Jaryn is out of town, I gave Darrah my room and I took Jaryn's room. (surprise, Jaryn! Hope that's ok!) :) ( In OTHER news- I know Jaryn's totally fine with that. If she wasn't- I'd NEVER announce via my blog that I'm using her room! I'm a good roommate, people!) :)

So. We go to bed and around 2am, I hear a pounding outside my apartment. My neighbor evidently had a visitor. But the visitor didn't get the message that she wasn't home. For about 15 minutes- he pounded on her door. At one point I got up out of bed and looked through the peephole to see some dude standing outside and continuing to pound. I went back to bed and about 3 minutes later, he stopped. I am drifting back to sleep when I hear MORE pounding. Except this time, I hear pounding....then "This is the police!" 

More pounding, more pounding. Then MY apartment door has pounding- then "This is the police."

So of course I get out of bed and go to the door. My FIRST thought is "There is a fire and they are trying to get people out."

I open the door (lookin all kinds of rough, I'm sure) and there are 3 police officers. One is on the phone and one says to me "Ma'am. We think someone is on your balcony who needs help."



He then says "Does your balcony connect with your neighbor?

I know for certain it does not and tell him as much. He says "ok- it must be the neighbor on the other side."

So he thanks me and I close the door.

But of course- I have to check. And let's be honest. Can you imagine HOW CREEPY it would be to open up your blinds on your balcony and see someone out there?!?!?

There was no one on my balcony. 

But I went back into Jaryn's room (which is the room closest to the front door) and look out her window to the courtyard area. 

And across the way, I see her. 

A woman standing in her pj's. On the phone. Bawling.

So I go get the police and say "She's not on my balcony, but I can see her."

They ask "Can we come in to your place?"

I let them in. The whole time- I'm hoping Darrah hasn't woken up. 

The police come in to Jaryn's room, open the window, and say "Sarah? This is the police. Are you Sarah" She says "yes." They tell her "it's safe to come back to your place. We're here. Can you get back to your place?" She begins to crawl over several balconies and make her way back to her apartment.

The police officers thank me for my time and help and leave. 

But who can go to bed after that!?

I crawl back into bed and hear my neighbor open her door. She's crying and saying "He wouldn't stop knocking on my door! He said he was going to bust my door down!"

Evidently- the first round of pounding was a guy she'd been out on one date with. The officers asked her if she knew him and she said "We went out once! I don't know how he found me here!"While he was pounding on the door- evidently he'd been telling her if she didn't open it- he would bust in. So she escaped her apartment via her balcony- crawled into a neighboring one, and called 911.  

That's when the police arrived. 

I don't know any more to the story at this point. I'll see what I can find out. 

But. Yeah.

How in the world do stories like this find me?!?!?

Good news is this: Darrah slept through the whole thing and wasn't woken up. 

I'd hate for a guest of mine to wake up to crazy!

So. Now you have....the rest of the story. 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

The one with the 'comedy' of errors

I left the office last night a little after 5:30pm. The metro was broken and it took over an hour to get home.

I sat on metro underground for an hour. When I finally arrived at my stop, I walked home, and began to dig for my keys. I realize they are still in the office.

My first thought is to call the apartment office and see if they can let me in with a spare key. The on-call people said they don’t do that and that I need to call a locksmith.

So I just decide to head BACK into the city and go get my keys.

I don’t want to get back on the metro as the blue line was CRAP and broken- so I decide to cab it back to the office.  So I pull out my wallet to get cash and realize….No wallet in purse. (I’m not sure WHAT I was thinking when I left the office earlier.)

So I think- no biggie. I’ll just uber back to the office. (uber is a car service and I have an app which I can pay for the service through my phone. No card/cash required.)

And then I remember I’d just gotten a new debit card and Uber and Netflix were the two remaining things I needed to update my card on file for.

So. I have no keys. And no money.

So Kristy Campbell receives a text message from me at 6:40 saying: I need rescuing. What are the chances you can help?

She answers immediately. I explain what’s happening and she says “I’ll just call uber for you.” Huge help. So uber arrives and I am taken back into the city. I arrive at office and obviously can’t get IN to the building since I don’t have my keys and I see the concierge lady who comes to the glass and says “I can’t let you in.”

She opens the door to find out what I need and says “I can’t let you in.”

I explained about my keys and she said “You’ll have to get someone else to let you in.”

Welp. That’s stupid.

So I call Elizabeth, our office manager. Goes straight to voicemail. Try again. Same thing. I text her. Nothing. (I later find out her phone had died.)

So I am standing outside of our office building in the chilly weather when I decide to send a call for help. I email the DC staff and say “I need help. Who can come back to the office and help a girl out?”


I hear nothing.

So instead of standing in the cold- I walk over to Starbucks to sit in their cafĂ© while I wait. And during this time- my phone is dying.

So I have no way to get into my apartment. I have no way to get into my office. I have no wallet. And my phone is dying.

Starbucks CLOSES. Seriously. They were done for the night and said “Miss, we need you to leave.”

So I begin to walk back to the metro.

For what? Who knows. I honestly have NO clue as to what I should do.(Did I mention my roommate is out of the country? Yeah.)

Kristy messaged again and said “I’ve got a plan. Head back to Pentagon City.”

So I’m walking back and get back ON the broken metro. It took me 30 minutes to go TWO stops. (It's normally 11 minutes from my stop to the work stop)

At the 2nd stop- my phone begins ringing. It’s Nathan. He can help!

So I jump OFF the metro- and get on another metro heading BACK to the office.
(anyone else exhausted at this point?) 

I arrive BACK at the office at 8:45pm. Nathan is there. He gets me into the office so I can grab my wallet AND keys. He leaves. I leave. I jump in a cab to get BACK home. I get into my home.

And that’s the end of my insane story.

All day long I’d been thinking about all I needed to do that night. I had a list of plans. One of which was to make homemade soup, clean my apartment, drink some wine. You know. Enjoy my night.

None of those things happened. I arrived home at 9pm and fell into bed.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The one where I talk about social media

It seems almost a weekly occurrence that someone is in the news for getting fired over a tweet that shouldn't have been sent. As someone who works in social media, people ask me often if it's a fear of mine. Let me be 100% honest.

I fear tweeting from the wrong account, sure.

But I do not fear getting fired over a mistweet.

Why? Because I'm not concerned with representing my organization or my boss. I'm more concerned about representing MYSELF well. I most likely will not tweet a picture of myself or a status update on my own PERSONAL account that wouldn't be safe for all audiences. Even if that audience is the organization I work for or the Chairman of our organization. Would it be silly and embarrassing? Yes. But not inappropriate and worth getting fired over.

I want to just shake shoulders sometimes of people who carelessly tweet or add Facebook updates that are not representing them or their character well.

I had the opportunity to hire someone not too long ago to work along side me and I specifically opted NOT to hire someone because of a post from 5 years ago. Yes. FIVE years. If you are on record (and twitter is public record, people) saying things that would give our organization or Chairman a bad name- I'm probably not going to risk it with you. I'll move along and look for someone else. There's too much at stake.

Those pictures or updates might not get you fired today, but they sure could prevent you from getting hired next year, or even 5 years from now.

Show some self respect.

Represent yourself well. You're worth it.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

The one where I pack 7 pairs of shoes

Next month (November 27th to be exact) will mark one year since the fire.  Crazy, right? 

I was in DC at our 2012 National Summit- first day of the summit- when I got word about the fire. 

Well. Our National Summit is next week. I leave Tuesday morning and will head to Boston. 

Last year, the day before the summit, I tweeted this:

Headed to DC in the morning for #EIA12. Packing warm clothes is stressful. And I might have packed 7 pairs of shoes. Just maybe.

And yes. I had packed 7 pairs of shoes. Upon finding out that my apartment had burned down, I was glad I'd packed those 7 pairs of shoes. #SilverLining.

So tomorrow I will begin packing for Boston. And I'm feeling the need to pack....well, everything. Everything I own. Is that weird?  I honestly want to pack up all my clothes, shoes, and my journals. Aside from furniture, I don't have much more than that- so I can't really lose much else. But I want to pack it all. So. Coworkers. If you see me arrive at the airport with 3 suitcases....Just please give me an understanding look and make no comments. :)

In other news, I was in World Market yesterday when I saw Christmas decorations. I had to leave the store as I began to cry thinking about all of mine. The pictures below were the pictures I'd taken right before the fire:

The entire Willow Tree Nativity my parents had given me

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

The one where I celebrate 2 years

Two years ago I started a job that would propel me into places I never dreamed I'd be in. I know I've written a lot about my job, how much I love it, yada yada.

But sitting in my office tonight (after hours), I'm incredibly grateful.

Not once in the last two years have I wished for a different job. Not once have I thought to myself "Why am I working here?" The questions have been more along the lines of "how did I get here?!?!"

I was in New York yesterday for an event and will be in Boston next week for our National Summit. 

If I could have written my own life story, I couldn't have dreamed this up for myself. 

I'm reminded today how small I'd dreamed. 

Grateful that God has bigger plans for me that I could have created for myself. 

Even if they are about 1000 miles from anything I would have seen myself doing. 

Here's to the most exciting two years I've ever known.

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