Crazy Day

Yesterday was a train wreck. Seriously. Oh, the day started of well enough, but by when my cell phone rang around 9:00 A.M. and it said "Unknown Call," I figured it would be good. It was the constable, telling me that she couldn't serve the papers to that fine citizen that used to be my landlord because the address was a mail box. Yep, every address that I had ever seen from him was this address, that actually looks like it would be an apartment address, because it's written like this.

"123 Anystreet #123 Houston, TX"

You would think that it's an apartment, right? Naaaaaaaaah. It's a private mailbox address. Nice.

Long story short, I had a LOT of people trying to find out where this cat lives. We went through every imaginable spot to find him. Nearing 5:00 P.M., I was starting to give up, because I had been on the phone/internet ALL DAY trying to figure this out.

Then Big R called me. He sounded really happy when he said, "This dude really doesn't want to be found." I agreed, and he proceeded to explain how he found this guys address. It boiled down to being very creative, because I'm not gonna give out the details for all of the world to see (it was legal, just to let you know).

Anyway, we have his address, and the constable has his address and should hopefully be able to serve him this week. Now I just have to win the sucker. *fingers crossed*

I have 3 days left (counting today) and then I can FINALLY go home. I'm really ready to get back. Houston is cool, but I like Ft. Worth so much better (sorry Big R and Lil N). Although I hear a suburb of Houston sure is a nice place to raise a family. That's sweet.

Oh, I almost forgot, I also got hit on by a gay guy at work yesterday. A 40ish, overweight, short, gay guy. He was REALLY happy to have me help his dog. He gave me his card and told me he wanted me to email him. *SHUDDER, VOMIT, GAG*

Keep on keepin' on.