This Week in Indy

No.  Nothing special.

On my 5th week of working back downtown for a new client. 

This morning started off with me waving the parking garage key card at the sensor 5 or 47 times to make the arm go up.  I went in later than I normally do, so I had to park on the 4th floor.  Grabbed my purse and walked down the stairs while finding the key card to the outside office door in my purse.

Use the key card through the access door.  Up in the elevator and use a normal door key in the office door which is kept locked.  While dropping them back in my purse, I keep reminding myself to put them both on a key chain so I don't have to hunt them down. Turn on the computer and realize I left a notebook with some folders in it in my car.

Dang it.

Get the door key and the door keycard back out of my purse and put them and my cell phone in my jacket.

Back through the office door, down the elevator, out the set of double doors.  Since my back and hip are acting up again after the last Nazi-discovered selective nerve shot in my spine, I have to wait for the elevator instead of climbing the four flights.  Get out of the elevator and....

Dammit.

I forgot to get my car keys out of my purse.

Back down the garage stairs, swipe my outside door key card, ride the office elevator up to my floor, use the door key to open, grab my car keys and back out the office door, down the office elevator, push through the outside office doors, walk back to the parking garage and wait for the elevator again. 

Up the elevator, hit the button on the door of my car to unlock, grab my notebook and folders, lock the car and head back down the steps.

Every time I reach the third floor landing I'm reminded of early last week when there were two separate piles of what I want to believe to be something that comes out of a dog's tail end.  But I don't know why a dog would go up three flights of stairs to take a crap.  And it's really unpleasant when I realize that was the same location I happened upon a homeless guy walking back to his wheelchair on that same floor the day before the first pile of excrement appeared.

Well, this is not the place I thought this post would end up.  But there ya go. 

It's been cold here this week.  Well, cold is a relative term.  It's more likely average for this time of year here, but our extremely mild winter, coupled with a warm to very warm February and March and never a huge cold snap has left us feeling like we are in late May. 

The wind has been whipping between the buildings downtown this week.  If I was Sally Fields I could have taken flight.

Yesterday I was not happy with Buca di beppo.  Not only did they remove the fabulous chicken saltimbucco from their lunch menu, the price of getting a lasagna and a side salad for lunch was an arm and a leg.  If they would have just taken a leg, I would have considered giving them my left one if it finally rid me of this nasty hip spasms I've had now for a year.  They probably thought naming their daily special after me would prevent them from losing a customer.  In your dreams Buca.

Yesterday I fired off another nasty email to Safeco.  They insured my friend's SUV under uninsured motorist and their service level would have to go up a dozen levels to reach abysmal.  Late at night when I'm trying to smash their heads in vice clamps in my dreams I like to imagine they spend eternity under the needle of a selective nerve injection by Josef Mengele.

Other than that, I'm loving the new gig.  Back to the good kind of stress.