Hi Jenn, I have something very important to speak with you. This is Rod’s wife a female voice said on my voicemail last Monday. She called back about 2 hours later.

Last Monday’s incident freaked me out. More so, how the woman got my phone number. With my name and accused me of having a “relationship” with her husband.

Chris joked it was his wife, but we all know his name doesn’t sound like Rob or Rod.

After much thought, the only place that I have my phone number visible is on my facebook profile. Only available to friends and specific networks. And I have always been very selective of the friends I add.

To me, it was almost a test of whether people will still claim they didn’t have my phone number, when it was right there.

Should I be cautious? My philosophy is that most people are too lazy to look at my information. More so, I would like to have some entertainment in the evenings on my phone (except for telemarketers).

$1000 maximum and minimum. 12 month maturity. One-time promotion.

Is it worth it? After taxes?

Today, I was supposed to:

First plan got canceled.

Second plan got canceled.

Third plan got canceled.

So, I sulked home, but a surprise awaited me that wouldn’t have occurred if first plan, second plan, or third plan worked out. Is this what serendipity meant? Or does fate know that for the last few months, my Thursdays are never supposed to be a quiet evening of boredom and quiet?

Ever since plastic bags were banned in San Francisco, I was happy that my ball of shopping bags under the sink would decrease in size. And started to bring my own canvas bags when shopping.

But now months later, I have used up nearly all my plastic bags. What am I supposed to use for the smaller trash cans? Can I feasibly convince myself to buy plastic bags to fit those office trash cans? Or do I pour out the office trash cans into a larger trash can?

As a young’un, my mom never let my sister and me buy lunch at school. There was the exception of Pizza Fridays where we begged to be like everyone else and buy the ticket to pizza every Friday. Or in high school, where we use the money we earned from red envelopes to buy french fries (now that I think of it, I never asked my parents directly for money until I was in college).

And so this day, I still bring lunch to work. It’s a puzzling thing to do in downtown San Francisco when there’s a diverse set of restaurants in the area. But I just couldn’t justify spending $10 a day (the average more or less) eating out. Even as much as I like my pho and tea. My freshly tossed salad with grilled chicken. The mashed potates and meatloaf, cooked homestyle. The thick MSG-laden beef stew and thai iced tea. Oh I would love it all.

But I just couldn’t justify it.

And so I am on a journey to cook better. I try not to appear cheap, but I know some people perceive me as such.

I made Vietnamese bun yesterday and pseudo fried rice today. And had a plain yogurt dumped with a scoop of strawberry ruharb jam.

I saw the light flashing on my phone, hoping it was my doctor or some other medical professional calling back after I had left a message this morning about feeling a little ill. It said private no. calling. In fact, I had gotten a number like that this morning, but nobody was there. I thought someone had a bad connection.

I answered with my name as I picked up the phone as I usually do when I want to be professional.

“Jenn?” a female voice said.

“Yes, this is Jenn.”

“Is this Jenn of Atech? This is Rod’s wife.” she said.

Puzzled, I hurried into a nearby empty meeting room and asked her to repeat what she said. Eventually, I said, “I don’t think you have the right person…how did you get this number?”

“Don’t lie to me, I saw your email on my husband’s computer. This is Rob’s wife and I want to know what your relationship is with him.”

If I hadn’t been under pressure to finish some work and feeling horribly ill, it would have been somewhat amusing to me. But for some reason or not, I felt anxious like I had been accused of something…wait did I really have a relationship with Rod? Was I drugged at one point in the last week that I emailed a Rod? But wait, I don’t even know a Rod!

Somehow I decided that I had to prove to her that I wasn’t the Jenn she was looking for since she had my number and could terrorize me for awhile. I told her that I lived in San Francisco and that I didn’t know any Rod. And that I was sorry but I wasn’t the Jenn she was looking for. And I didn’t own a company called Atech. In fact, I was too young to even get to that level and…

She eventually apologized and I wished her good luck in resolving her issues.

It’s a strange and awkward moment to call a friend and leave a message on the voicemail. Then receive a text message 1 hour later that says “I thought you weren’t interested. I had to give them a final count on Wednesday.”

When you said yes more than 3 weeks ago.

But when you call back, nobody picks up and so instead you send a text message back.

On Saturday night after waiting in a long 1 hour line to order food at a booth, after hearing electronica music echoing across the hangars, feeling nauseous watching a human-powered amusement ride, looking at so-so exhibits…I was trapped inside a BALL in space!

With CHRIS.

I paid taxes this year and spend a good portion of time whining and complaining how it ruined my budget.

But then…I realized…the tax payment I made wasn’t really about giving money that I thought was mine. Like the tax refund. Rather, it was taxes that the government was supposed to have taken away, but for my own individual situation, it was not withheld.

But still, I hate writing the check for great amounts of dollars.

All I can say is that I feel sorry for the people who have to open all those envelopes.