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22:50 - 27.04.06 That became the hard part and I still haven't succeeded. First up I called my one sister and her hubby, because they live for the sport. Nope. They couldn't partly because of the short notice, but also because my brother-in-law ripped his knee ligaments a while back. He was walking backward and tripped in a gopher hole. My sister tore her ligaments one evening dancing with said spouse. Yes well. My brother-in-law suggested I ask my brother if he wanted them. I didn't even know that he skiied. We are a close family in some aspects, but how each person choses to play isn't something that comes up often. He said he would love them, but would be out of town this weekend. He offered to email a bunch of his buddies to see if any of them wanted them, but no responses yet. It's rotten being at that point in life when responsibility overtakes playfulness. That is the reality I guess. I think I'll call my brother-in-law back tomorrow to see if any of his buddies want them. I guess it's kind of along the lines of me not wanting to go to that hotel girl's night out or my Dad not wanting to take advantage of my loyalty points that I've offered to give him for a couple of years now to go on the trip he says he's always wanted. It is a nice thought but there always seem to be other factors like work, health or just plain fatigue that work against that happening. Even so, at least I won something and that hasn't happened to me before other than the occasional free ticket on a lottery. Next bonus today was an episode from Kung Fu - the Legend that I had never seen before. It must have been one of he easrliest ones ever aired. It was one of my favorite shows when I was an at-home mom, along with Due South and Northern Exposure. I guess it was the latent release of both my own aggressive tendencies and that philosopher shadow too. My favorite characters were Kermit, DJ John and Fraser, of course. Good story lines and great scenery in all of them - places I'd never been before, but would like to visit. I had to fight with Mr Boots over the seating. Apparently that is his chair. The only negative during the episode was the sight of one of the two nasty male neighbours driving up and parking up against my sundance tree. He's the one that constantly seems to be tearing away at it's branches for his own convenience. Anyway he pulled up and sat in the parked vehicle - just sitting and looking in my living room window it seemed. I didn't have my contacts in, so I couldn't be entirely sure. I stood up and pulled the curtains shut all the same. Immediately after that I heard his big van starting up and he pulled away from the curb quickly. Just strange that was. Maybe it was the mystic vibes coming from the tv screen, eh? Went back to watching Master Po, The Ancient and Kwai Chang Kane work things out for Chinatown, as Peter played the double agent in the background. Part two tomorrow. Yay. It's good to know that good triumohs over evil - even when it's only for a little while. Prior to that little bonus, I had to call Elections Canada's finance people back though. An urgent voicemail and a fax all within a short period of time the day before had sent me rummaging through all those boxes again looking for more little bits of paper. I was being asked for invoices to back up the mastercard statement that they were working on. Trouble was that the faxed statement was one I had never received. Nor, after that search, was I able to locate any invoices that came close to matching the descriptions on the fax. I did have invoices from the companies in question but those were complete of themselves at the end of January. I had already approved and submitted those for reimbursement over two months ago. When I spoke with the person who left the message, I explained about the mail theft from my home and the fact that I had none of the original copies of the documents she had sent. Nor were they expenses that I could approve because I knew I had already approved complete payment for those companies' services to us. The only explanation that I could set forward was that one of the other Calgary Returning Offices had used the same service providers and that they had billed the wrong Electoral District. The woman I spoke with said she had had a personal experience with mail theft, so she was very understanding when I told her how spooked I was becoming by the events that have occurred. All those financial anomalies that have surfaced since after I have submitted the final accounts in February, that is. The past two months have been as worrisome in some ways, as the theft that was occurring in the office during the election. I can't help but think they are linked but I am not being told much about what is being done at headquarters. I am only called when something strange like this pops up. That makes three oddities in as many weeks now. The total amount of money that could have been "misdirected" if it hadn't been caught and redirected back to me this past month is moving up close the $7500. What else is out there still? What about the previous election when there wasn't an audit - at least that I know of - being carried out on every invoice they received after my submission of accounts. I wouldn't be able to tell them anything, because I wouldn't know of it occurring. Stressful. I still don't see the connection between the probable cash theft going on here in the "late submission" accounts and the data theft that was also going on. It's troubling for certain. Maybe that explains a bit why I was so grumpy last month in my posts to you dear diary. I knew what was going on, but I couldn't say anything even to you about it. Didn't want to do anything to compromise the investigation. Knowing that people I trusted were the most likely suspects is very hurtful. The police say that thieves like that are so smooth and convincing that they are nearly impossible to detect. Maybe so, but I thought I had better judgement than that. How does one trust anyone else now? Guess I'd better go work on those amygdala exercises again. Maybe that's why I've been feeling so exhausted too. Maybe it isn't just my lungs that have broken down. How does one fix broken faith? Maybe the three good things today are the turning point though. Anything is possible - right? � � |