Too Paranoid

So, a couple of weeks ago I got a call from our Head of Development. He told me that he would be sending me important documents and that i needed to protect them. I should not let people look at them because these things house our ideas and those are the life of the company. Well, I absolutely agree with him and I have become completely paranoid about coworkers looking at the information. I had to print off treatments this week. So I have been doing it in a different room, not near my desk. I don't like people looking over my shoulder, and as soon as the pages print I take them and hide them on my desk. Once I have all the pages for a treatment, I compile them, bind them and hide them like a CIA agent. Every time a coworker asks what I am doing, I tell them "printing some things" and try to change the subject. I need some Tums.

Eating my feelings

So, yesterday did not end well. I was nice enough to say "yes" when asked to drop off a Fedex package at a drop box. The box is about 15 minutes out of my home. Not a big deal. I didn't want to do it, but I said yes, so I needed to go ahead and live up to that obligation. I took the packages, and left work at exactly 6:20. It takes me about 10 minutes to get to the drop box, which gets picked up at 6:30. Needless to say, i was racing through lights and passing other cars like a driver in the Indy 500. I pulled into the post office parking lot, located the drop box and pulled up next to it. As i walked up with packages in hand i noticed the big sign on it that read "Today's drop HAS BEEN picked up." No! No! NO! Shit, Mother fucker, damn it!!!!!! I was so mad. I got there at 6:30, it should not have been pickup up. Fuck me!!!!! I was so angry. So what did i do? After a little screaming session in my car and a couple of honks on the horn i gathered my composer and whipped out the blackberry. I couldn't remember the zip code or where i was and the only way to locate drop boxes is by zip or phone number. I put in the work number and it gave me a location in Vienna. Great. I have to drive like 30 miles now, out my way. I used google maps to find the location and hit the gas. I called Susie to see if he wanted to get dinner, since I was going to be in her neck of the woods. She had already made plans. Okay. I called Joann next, because earlier she says that she was meeting friends in Centreville and that I should join them. Centreville was on my way home, now, so I figured I would call. After six calls and no answers, I was like "Fuck it." By this time, I had made it to Vienna and was looking for this Fedex drop box. I drove around for about ten minutes and finally found it. When i drove over to it, it had a the same deadly sign i read earlier in the night. "This pick up has already occurred." Oh, FUCK This. It says on the box that the pick up does occur until 7:30 and it was 7:08. What did you do Joey? you ask. I got on the phone and I called Fedex. And I know I should have been nice, but I pretty much bite the guys head off after which he informed me that the pick up had NOT yet occurred and he apologized for the incorrect sign and my displeasure. To which I replied, "its okay. thank you." His response "Have a nice night." And the award for most ridiculous douchebag moment of the night goes to...Joey. Anyway, on my way I really had a craving for Wendy's because the closest one to me was closed down. So i google maped Wendys and found the one on my way home. By the time I got there it was 8:00 and I was hungry. I pretty much ordered like a starving fat kid and sat in my car as I eat. The only scene I could think of to describe this was the in the first episode of Fat Actress with Kirstie Alley. She is sitting in her car, eating burgers and can't find her fries and she freaks out and cries. I found my fries, so not tears for me, but my situation reminded me of that. All in all, I looked like i was eating my feelings and it was sad.