multitasking

tripped me up last night. i was heading out the door to go grocery shopping and i wanted to wash towels while i was out and i grabbed those and locked the door and out i went. (there is a locked door between our main living space and our laundry room - why? - because it also has the other apartments fuse boxes and water heaters that they need access to) as i closed the door i was thinking that i did not have my keys. i dug around and sure enough, no keys. i then called the girl who was still in the burbs and she headed home to save me. during my hour of hanging out in the laundry room, i washed the towels and dug through some bags that the girl found in her parent's garage when they were moving. i contemplated the morals of going through her stuff first, tried to call her to ask if it were ok and then made the decision to just go for it. i found a lot of old pictures and i was looking up some of the crew in her high school yearbook when she let me out of there. we have to dial 9 to call out here at work. i know some places are 8 and i don't think it will be 9 here too much longer. our new phones don't beep when you depress a button. i say figure that out and just dial or look at the screen if you need reassurance that you hit the button. we've had a couple people dialing 911 because they hit 9 and got a dial tone and then they hit 1 and don't here it beep so they hit 1 again. guess who is one of those people. no fingers man. he just did it a few minutes ago. he said "i was trying to dial a 919 number and i hung up before anyone answered." "oh, it registers the call that fast?" "oh, sorry." i don't think today was his first time or his last time. i'll try to keep a running tab on it.