Drama Zone

I wanted to post that today was a drama free day. 

Nope.... it wasn't. 


A local hacker (according to the IP) managed to get into my psych research website pertaining to the cycle of abuse among city employees.  I know the lawyers were worried about it.  They don't understand that I'm aiming for a grant rather than an opportunity to name the harrasser who piqued my interest in the topic.  They'd best leave me alone before I lose my temper and publish everything I have - it wouldn't be pretty. 

- And-


Apparently, this evening my ex was followed across the width of our vast city by a single police car.  This officer traveled through three wards and past the police department.  He was followed him from the airport to within a few blocks of the house.  Every time he switched lanes, the officer was right behind him.  He claims the officer pulled up along side of him, peered in the car within a block from the house, then drove off. 

He describes the police car as an older model, with the gold/blue paint job that our city used to have.  It appears to be in good shape, so many of the older cars have peeling paint.  That was the former mayor's idea, to make the city look cash poor as to allow them to beg for more money. 

I don't know if this happened. 

I asked my ex to go with me to the city building to ID the car.  Given the upkeep of the cars, one in good shape should be fairly easy to identify.  He doesn't think that will help. 

I may....get him a new car and install a security camera.  I had to do that at home.  Security cameras are the first step any witch takes takes before conjuring the flying monkeys (just kidding....I don't play with flying monkeys). Last time I complained to the Coven, the woman who started the harassment got into a car crash and had a stroke.
On the bright side, my ex was my campaign treasurer and having a peace officer following him several miles reminded him that I wanted to give my excess funds to the police charity for sick kids.  I didn't do a lot of fundraising though....maybe they could buy a couple of teddy bears. 

It's the thought that counts. 

On the bright side, Mr. Treasurer now has the subconscious command to remember to get that cashier's check every time he sees a patrol car. 

On the negative side, he thinks the officer was looking for me as a bumper sticker with my name was on the back of the car next to a bumper sticker for my bass player support group.


I don't know what to make of the latest crap.  I'm a little paranoid due to the craziness of the past few years and the stalker in my home town.  It's probably nothing but another coincidence. 

There seem to be so many coincidences here.


I've lived here twelve years and never had an issue until my ex got in a tiff with his boss at the municipal building.  Then all hell broke loose. 

I actually am looking for an office in the arts district in Ward I, so that I can invest in the community.  I like the people on that side of town, they are more down to earth and involved.   I'm also searching for a good public accountant/lawyer who can keep me audit free due to the threats from my ex's former boss to harass me (she was the head of the tax audit department). 

When things like this happen, I truly think about moving and leaving the demons behind. 


Play nice,

S. 

P.S.  I couldn't remove HIS bumper sticker.  I could cover it up with a pagan or a libertarian one but that could put him on some government watch list.  I can't do that to him.

He really shouldn't be driving around with my name on the trunk of his car. 
Maybe I could get a DARE bumper sticker and piss off all of his friends who want to end the prohibition on pot. 

That would be incredibly funny...  

Hmmmmm.......

I wonder if Promise Keepers has a bumper sticker....

That would be funnier....