nipperknits

Thanks, Everyone.

Thank you, everyone. My back and neck don't hurt so much anymore and I'm doing much better. I testified in front of a grand jury yesterday and they've chosen to indict him. Everyone cross your fingers that he pleads guilty and I don't have to do this again in a trial situation. Yikes.

Flowers from the ladies in the Knitting Department. Aren't they gorgeous nipper colors? Flowers from the lady who had her wallet almost stolen. They look a lot like my hair when I first dye it. :)

Amber sent me this email the other day:

"My husband just sent me this...

Do a search for Richard_M_Nixon on that page. He sent me the picture because he thought it was funny, and I said to him 'why do you have a picture of Jenn and her socks?'"

That's totally weird. Thanks, lady, for the link!

Assaulted

Let me preface this story by saying that I'm ok. I guess I'm a little stupid, but I'm ok.

Today some random guy made his way into my office. We saw him wandering around, people asked him if he needed help, but he had on a building maintainance shirt and said he was looking at the lights, so we let him do his wandering thing. All of a sudden, one of my co-workers goes into her cube to see him with his hand in her purse. She goes up, says, "What are you doing?" He says, "Nothing," and starts running for the back. She starts screaming, "Stop that guy, he tried to steal my wallet!" and running after him. We all jump up. They pass me on the way to the back, but there's only the freight elevator back there. He doubles back, comes right by my cube. I step up, put my 86-lb body in front of this 250-lb guy and say, "Stop!" Like that's going to work. He reaches out, double-handed pushes me back, I go flying through the air and land on my butt and conk my head. The guy runs past me, I jump up start screaming, "STOP THAT GUY!" and chasing after him. One of the *few* men in our office happens to be in the front, and starts chasing the guy. The guy goes for what looks like our front door, but is actually a coat closet. Our guy grabs the guy, but he scoots away. Gets to the actual front door where one of the other men in the office manages to grab the guy also and our two guys manages to pin him down in our lobby. Frantic calls are being made to 911. Everyone in the office is screaming. I'm curled up in a ball on the floor, sobbing from fear and adrenaline. The guy is chewing on our guy's shoulder saying, "I've got AIDS, I've got AIDS, I'm going to get you sick." Gladly our guy had a heavy jacket on. My coworkers are trying to figure out what's going on, getting me ice, and water and making me more freaked out by asking my if I'm ok every two seconds. Granted they were being really nice, but it was just freaking me out more. I would calm down for a bit and then start sobbing some more. The cops show up, put the guy in handcuffs. They take down everyone's information and call me an ambulance even though I say I'm fine. My coworkers jump all over me saying that I'm going to the hospital whether I like it or not. The ambulance finally gets there an hour later. They think they're there for a psych patient and come up asking, "Is everything ok, miss?" all calm so as not to freak me out. I say, "Yeah, my head hurts..." They actually ask my co-workers if I am not a psych patient, who say no. I guess the cops called the ambulance for the freaky guy and not me? I don't know. They examine me, I say my neck and back hurt a little as well as the huge lump on my head. They tell me I'm definitely going to the hospital, but I have 2 choices: I can either be strapped down and braced up so that I'm not furthur injured or I can walk out of my own volition and say that I refused treatment. I refused treatment. I spent the afternoon in the hospital for them to say that I'm fine and it's going to hurt more before it gets better. Thanks, guys! At least I didn't have to have a CAT scan.

So, yeah, it was an exciting afternoon in the knitting department. Sorry I couldn't tell this better, I'm still shaking a bit and I had to get it out. I'm fine. Just a little scared. I'm taking the day off work tomorrow; perhaps I can relax a little bit. The guy is in jail. We're going to be pushing for more security.

Please don't tell me not to do that again. I would like to say that I wouldn't do it again, but I just don't trust myself to make that stick. Obviously in the matter of fight or flight... I'm a tiny, little fighter. Just call me Bichon Jenni.

Trekking is for Necking

So, I bought 2 balls of Trekking for this scarf, but this is just half a ball. I'm thinking I'm going to have a matching pair of socks to go with this ridiculously long, very awesome scarf.