Yesterday, my co-worker Molly got a text from an unknown number that said, “I know where you live.”
I have no patience for creepy shenanigans like that, so I had her give me the phone number. A quick bit of internet/phone sleuthing later, and I discovered the anonymous texter’s identity – a pre-adolescent boy in the Bay Area, most likely pranking random numbers to freak people out.
So I suggested what any gracious human being would: that she write back, “No, Patrick: I know where YOU live.”
And So. Creepy.
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Now feels like the right time to publicly declare how much I love and appreciate my co-workers. I am the only person from my team out in Denver, so I spend the entire day corresponding with my teammates through technological means (IM, video chats, conference calls). And every day, without fail, I find myself silently giggling at my computer screen.
These people are wonderful. They make me laugh so hard. And one of them was in “Ernest Scared Stupid” – I’M NOT EVEN JOKING.