Hercule
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Never think that a friend you ask a favor of will actually do what you ask.
Never think that a friend you ask a favor of will actually do what you ask.
So trivial, yet it ticks me off...
When alligators develop sign-making skills.
That sounds like an episode of 20/20 or Dateline. I am curious as to what happened and how her life played out; hopefully for the better.I had a friend of a friend in college that needed a job. She was estranged from her family and I felt sorry for her. I struggled in college and my family life wasn't good growing up, so I knew of a temp job and I hooked her up. I had a very stable full time job while in school.
(Her mother had severe mental illness and had tried to kill her and her sister as children. Her father didn't care. Eventually her mother was put in inpatient for tracking down the spouses of the employees of a phone company and threatening to torture and kill them. When I say I felt bad, I had good reason.)
She was a good employee, except she left the job a week early with no notice and basically disappeared, taking some of my boss's Bollywood dvds (she had borrowed) with her. I (as well as my boss and our mutual friends) tried to get in touch with her but it's like she disappeared off the planet. Even her boyfriend had no clue where she was... she cleared out her apartment in the middle of the night and left school.
I always wondered what happened to her. My boss, who didn't know the background was understanding after I told her. I don't know if her mother found her, if she thought her mother was onto her, or if she just flaked or what. When I was younger, I figured she flaked. But now, I think she ran, likely with good reason.
If they get any bigger in LA, they won't be able to squeeze through the sewers.I'm afraid that if NYC rats get any bigger, there is a good chance one will be able to take me -
I had a friend of a friend in college that needed a job. She was estranged from her family and I felt sorry for her. I struggled in college and my family life wasn't good growing up, so I knew of a temp job and I hooked her up. I had a very stable full time job while in school.
(Her mother had severe mental illness and had tried to kill her and her sister as children. Her father didn't care. Eventually her mother was put in inpatient for tracking down the spouses of the employees of a phone company and threatening to torture and kill them. When I say I felt bad, I had good reason.)
She was a good employee, except she left the job a week early with no notice and basically disappeared, taking some of my boss's Bollywood dvds (she had borrowed) with her. I (as well as my boss and our mutual friends) tried to get in touch with her but it's like she disappeared off the planet. Even her boyfriend had no clue where she was... she cleared out her apartment in the middle of the night and left school.
I always wondered what happened to her. My boss, who didn't know the background was understanding after I told her. I don't know if her mother found her, if she thought her mother was onto her, or if she just flaked or what. When I was younger, I figured she flaked. But now, I think she ran, likely with good reason.
I have no idea, unfortunately. She spoke once of changing her name, but I'd have no idea what she picked if she did. When I knew her she was untraceable... she didn't have an entry in the university directory and her email wasn't even reverse searchable... which is the highest level of security for that directory I ever saw. Everybody was in the directory (you had to opt OUT) and there was no way to opt out of reverse searching by yourself... you had to go to an office and plead your case, with documentation. I know this based on personal experience of my own.)That sounds like an episode of 20/20 or Dateline. I am curious as to what happened and how her life played out; hopefully for the better.
I have no idea, unfortunately. She spoke once of changing her name, but I'd have no idea what she picked if she did. When I knew her she was untraceable... she didn't have an entry in the university directory and her email wasn't even reverse searchable... which is the highest level of security for that directory I ever saw. Everybody was in the directory (you had to opt OUT) and there was no way to opt out of reverse searching by yourself... you had to go to an office and plead your case, with documentation. I know this based on personal experience of my own.)
No, it was very real, unfortunately. Her boyfriend was from the same city as my then boyfriend (now husband).You sure this wasn't a bad dream?
This is why you have a second helping of dessert. Make it harder for them to carry you off!Every region has its issues - I'm afraid that if NYC rats get any bigger, there is a good chance one will be able to take me - but I'm glad I don't have to think about this ⇧
Really a quite sad story.No, it was very real, unfortunately. Her boyfriend was from the same city as my then boyfriend (now husband).
To be honest, I was always a bit worried about her mental health. She didn't have a good upbringing and had some after effects from it. Her grandmother had also had severe mental illness; I worried for her it might be genetic. She was... flaky but smart and kind. I like to think she made it out scott-free; finished her degree later and is happily married with three kids of her own, living out west someplace. She wanted kids, but was afraid kids would "activate" her mental illness.
I wouldn't have believed any of this if I didn't know some of her friends or hadn't met her boyfriend, etc. The details of the story we were all told might not be true, but I know she never left the campus area (never went home during breaks- I rarely did either), had problems with financial aid (I went with her once to the office), and she was enrolled at the college but untraceable.
Whether her mother tried to kill her and her sister (sisters?) and threatened other people I have no idea. She could have made all that up. But she was consistent and everything she said aligned with what I saw.
People who do not return shopping carts/buggies in mall and plaza parking lots.
"Let's play 'Ding the Other Person's Car'"!