At this time, I'm feeling rather cranky about 2006. Don't get me wrong, all in all it has been a good year. But the last week has been terrible...
KPMG's Holiday party was last Saturday, 12/9. The event was amazing, held at the San Francisco Hilton with about 1000 people. I'd been looking forward to it for a few weeks, with a mix of feelings. On one hand, I was excited to get dressed up and attend a formal party with my friends from work, on the other hand, I was going alone. For the most part, going to a party alone is not completely horrible - but being Christmas, it gave the self-appointed match makers far too much motivation.
The party was fantastic, to say the least. There was a casino room set up in one room, and dancing in another. The food was first class and there were mini-bars set up every few feet. It was fun to see co-workers dressed in black-tie, and nice to meet their spouses/significant others.
Toward the end of the night, I left the party with a group bound for North Beach. It started out a large group of friends. During the process of trying to catch three cabs out of Union Square on a Saturday night, however, things got mixed up. I still ended up with friends of friends, but don't really know any of the people I was with. When we got to the club, it was impossible to find eachother in the crowd, so folks started filtering out.
Perhaps the only place more difficult than Union Square to get a cab on Saturday night is North Beach. So when I was ready to head home, I jumped in with a few others from our group, and some who were not. We determined the best route to get everyone home, and I fell at the 3rd of 4 stops. We spent the next several minutes driving around, dropping people off at various locations, shuffling in and out of the car.
Before we left stop #2, I realized I no longer had my purse. I looked around the back seat, and it was nowhere to be found. I requested the cab driver stop and let me look for it, but still it wasn't there. Fast forward to me standing on the sidewalk in cocktail attire, sans purse. I had no money to get a cab, no cell phone to call a ride, and I was alone. I took off my shoes and started walking (and crying).
When I finally got home I was greeted by red and blue flashing lights and a kitchen full of police investigators. It seems my purse had been found - by the person who later broke in to the apartment. My roommates were home at the time, and woke up to a man standing in their doorway. He ran out when they screamed and thankfully no one was hurt. Looking around it was pretty easy to see what had happened.
Once the person had my purse, he also had three other important things: 1-My address, 2-My key, and 3-Knowledge that I wasn't home at the time. He came in using the key, and went into my bedroom (the first next to the door). He tossed everything from my shelves and went through my drawers and closet. After that he went to the next bedroom and searched some more - less thoroughly this time. He then headed toward the back of the house, and woke my roommates by opening their bedroom door. They screamed, and he ran out of the house.
Total losses for me include:
1. Cell Phone
2. Digital Camera
3. Wallet
4. iPod
5. $200 Cash
There was nothing taken from the other rooms, and like I said no one was hurt. I would have thought my roommates at this point would be counting their blessings, happy that it worked out for the best (for them). Wrong.
KPMG's Holiday party was last Saturday, 12/9. The event was amazing, held at the San Francisco Hilton with about 1000 people. I'd been looking forward to it for a few weeks, with a mix of feelings. On one hand, I was excited to get dressed up and attend a formal party with my friends from work, on the other hand, I was going alone. For the most part, going to a party alone is not completely horrible - but being Christmas, it gave the self-appointed match makers far too much motivation.
The party was fantastic, to say the least. There was a casino room set up in one room, and dancing in another. The food was first class and there were mini-bars set up every few feet. It was fun to see co-workers dressed in black-tie, and nice to meet their spouses/significant others.
Toward the end of the night, I left the party with a group bound for North Beach. It started out a large group of friends. During the process of trying to catch three cabs out of Union Square on a Saturday night, however, things got mixed up. I still ended up with friends of friends, but don't really know any of the people I was with. When we got to the club, it was impossible to find eachother in the crowd, so folks started filtering out.
Perhaps the only place more difficult than Union Square to get a cab on Saturday night is North Beach. So when I was ready to head home, I jumped in with a few others from our group, and some who were not. We determined the best route to get everyone home, and I fell at the 3rd of 4 stops. We spent the next several minutes driving around, dropping people off at various locations, shuffling in and out of the car.
Before we left stop #2, I realized I no longer had my purse. I looked around the back seat, and it was nowhere to be found. I requested the cab driver stop and let me look for it, but still it wasn't there. Fast forward to me standing on the sidewalk in cocktail attire, sans purse. I had no money to get a cab, no cell phone to call a ride, and I was alone. I took off my shoes and started walking (and crying).
When I finally got home I was greeted by red and blue flashing lights and a kitchen full of police investigators. It seems my purse had been found - by the person who later broke in to the apartment. My roommates were home at the time, and woke up to a man standing in their doorway. He ran out when they screamed and thankfully no one was hurt. Looking around it was pretty easy to see what had happened.
Once the person had my purse, he also had three other important things: 1-My address, 2-My key, and 3-Knowledge that I wasn't home at the time. He came in using the key, and went into my bedroom (the first next to the door). He tossed everything from my shelves and went through my drawers and closet. After that he went to the next bedroom and searched some more - less thoroughly this time. He then headed toward the back of the house, and woke my roommates by opening their bedroom door. They screamed, and he ran out of the house.
Total losses for me include:
1. Cell Phone
2. Digital Camera
3. Wallet
4. iPod
5. $200 Cash
There was nothing taken from the other rooms, and like I said no one was hurt. I would have thought my roommates at this point would be counting their blessings, happy that it worked out for the best (for them). Wrong.
The next day, my three roommates Dan, Shannon, and Mike called a "house meeting." You see, they had decided that the whole thing was all my fault and they were angry with me. Shannon wanted to take notes while Dan interrogated me about my evening, tracing my steps from when I left the house. I tried to explain that we are not going to catch anyone, and to give it up. Then they accused me of trying to hide something. When I said "I'm sorry this happened to you guys" (meaning the scary event of waking up to an intruder), they said "Oh, so there's something you have to be sorry for?"
The entire conversation was ridiculous and immature, and they are still angry with me. The last few days, they have gone out of their way to be rude and inconsiderate. They remove my laundry when its wet, or take it off the drying rack and pile it up, Shannon even stopped a movie while I was watching it "because it was hers." I feel like I'm living with children.
Of course, I'm planning to move. Let me add that to the list of things to be stressed about this time of year.
I'm heading for home in a couple days to take a MUCH needed 2 week break from it all. I can't wait to see my parents, sister, and old friends, sleep in, play in the snow, eat comfort food, and all the other wonderful things to do at home :)
The entire conversation was ridiculous and immature, and they are still angry with me. The last few days, they have gone out of their way to be rude and inconsiderate. They remove my laundry when its wet, or take it off the drying rack and pile it up, Shannon even stopped a movie while I was watching it "because it was hers." I feel like I'm living with children.
Of course, I'm planning to move. Let me add that to the list of things to be stressed about this time of year.
I'm heading for home in a couple days to take a MUCH needed 2 week break from it all. I can't wait to see my parents, sister, and old friends, sleep in, play in the snow, eat comfort food, and all the other wonderful things to do at home :)
