Photos from my phone. And a story about stalker Robert
If you're interested in reading about my collision with my stalker yesterday:
I was on my way to the Faculty Office at Uni to confirm my deferral. As I stepped out of Union Hall and headed for the bridge across the moat, up jumped stalker Robert from a seat outside the Ming Cafe. He came running over to me - rather, he lumbered over to me in that hurried, six-foot something balky albino stalker kind of way he has - and tapped me on the shoulder. He starts asking how I am, what I've been up to etc. etc. but forgets to let me answer his questions. Gradually, without me having opened my mouth even to say hello, he works himself up into a lather and starts getting really agressive. Why haven't you been returning my emails? Why don't you answer your phone? How come you've never replied to the letters I posted to you? Blah blah blah. Eventually, having better things to do, I cut in on him. With my best ever Tom Cruise ice cold glare and a deep, menacing voice I said:
"Look, Robert, here's the deal: I'm not a student. I'm a Federal Police Officer. I was working here undercover but that assignment finished and I was re-assigned. You were not supposed to have been given my contact details. Chris Palmer made a serious error in giving them to you, breaching an agreement between the Fed Police and the uni, and that's being looked into. I'm sorry you're upset but because of the nature of my work I wasn't able to maintain contact and, quite frankly, didn't want to anyway. My mobile is a work phone, so don't ring it. Stop sending letters and emails because those addresses are my private adresses, work aside. If you keep persisting like this, especially now that I've made it clear to you what's going on, you'll be causing yourself a lot of trouble. Okay?"
He looked at me with this dumbfounded, slighty scared expression on his face and asked, "what was your assignment?"
I replied, "I was monitoring the activities of certain communities within the university. I can't give any more detail because you're obviously not privy to that information. Now, stop contacting me, stop sending letters and emails to me. Bye."
I turned on my heel and with big, confident strides walked off. It was perfect! He believed every word of it! He sent me one email today to tell me that he hopes he hasn't caused any hassles for me at work and he hopes he wasn't under any kind of investigation. He seemed really nervous. To ease his mind I replied and told him that no, he hadn't been under investigation, wished all the best for the future and again told him not to continue trying to make contact with me.
*laughs* Problem solved, all with a straight face. I knew being a drama student for two years had to come in handy for something; all that role playing in classes has paid off.
Except now I'll probably be arrested by the real police and charged with impersonating an officer of the law. lol. Hope not, considering that next week I'm putting in my application to join the state police.
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Got my stitches out today. Yessssss. Relief!
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I'm really pleased with my new phone. At first I didn't like the messaging system but now that I've worked it out I prefer it to the one I've used for years with my various Nokias. I bought a USB Bluetooth 'dongle' today which means I can now transfer images, sounds and mp3s to and from the phone and my computer. It's sweet as. I've got my mp3 of Ray Charles' 'What I'd Say' as my ringtone, and Ralf Wiggum saying "Me fail English? That's unpossible!" as my alert sound for new messages.
I love taking photos with my phone's camera. The camera on my Nokia was great, and I had some really cool, artsy photos on it, but friggin Nokia wouldn't let me transfer them to my Mac. What I had wanted to do was upload a new photo to this journal each day or two. Just something to make the journal a little more interesting. Well, with my new phone, I can do that. Woo! So follow the cut to have a look at the first photo.
The moon above a tree just before sunset.
I was on my way to the Faculty Office at Uni to confirm my deferral. As I stepped out of Union Hall and headed for the bridge across the moat, up jumped stalker Robert from a seat outside the Ming Cafe. He came running over to me - rather, he lumbered over to me in that hurried, six-foot something balky albino stalker kind of way he has - and tapped me on the shoulder. He starts asking how I am, what I've been up to etc. etc. but forgets to let me answer his questions. Gradually, without me having opened my mouth even to say hello, he works himself up into a lather and starts getting really agressive. Why haven't you been returning my emails? Why don't you answer your phone? How come you've never replied to the letters I posted to you? Blah blah blah. Eventually, having better things to do, I cut in on him. With my best ever Tom Cruise ice cold glare and a deep, menacing voice I said:
"Look, Robert, here's the deal: I'm not a student. I'm a Federal Police Officer. I was working here undercover but that assignment finished and I was re-assigned. You were not supposed to have been given my contact details. Chris Palmer made a serious error in giving them to you, breaching an agreement between the Fed Police and the uni, and that's being looked into. I'm sorry you're upset but because of the nature of my work I wasn't able to maintain contact and, quite frankly, didn't want to anyway. My mobile is a work phone, so don't ring it. Stop sending letters and emails because those addresses are my private adresses, work aside. If you keep persisting like this, especially now that I've made it clear to you what's going on, you'll be causing yourself a lot of trouble. Okay?"
He looked at me with this dumbfounded, slighty scared expression on his face and asked, "what was your assignment?"
I replied, "I was monitoring the activities of certain communities within the university. I can't give any more detail because you're obviously not privy to that information. Now, stop contacting me, stop sending letters and emails to me. Bye."
I turned on my heel and with big, confident strides walked off. It was perfect! He believed every word of it! He sent me one email today to tell me that he hopes he hasn't caused any hassles for me at work and he hopes he wasn't under any kind of investigation. He seemed really nervous. To ease his mind I replied and told him that no, he hadn't been under investigation, wished all the best for the future and again told him not to continue trying to make contact with me.
*laughs* Problem solved, all with a straight face. I knew being a drama student for two years had to come in handy for something; all that role playing in classes has paid off.
Except now I'll probably be arrested by the real police and charged with impersonating an officer of the law. lol. Hope not, considering that next week I'm putting in my application to join the state police.
* * * * *
Got my stitches out today. Yessssss. Relief!
* * * * *
I'm really pleased with my new phone. At first I didn't like the messaging system but now that I've worked it out I prefer it to the one I've used for years with my various Nokias. I bought a USB Bluetooth 'dongle' today which means I can now transfer images, sounds and mp3s to and from the phone and my computer. It's sweet as. I've got my mp3 of Ray Charles' 'What I'd Say' as my ringtone, and Ralf Wiggum saying "Me fail English? That's unpossible!" as my alert sound for new messages.
I love taking photos with my phone's camera. The camera on my Nokia was great, and I had some really cool, artsy photos on it, but friggin Nokia wouldn't let me transfer them to my Mac. What I had wanted to do was upload a new photo to this journal each day or two. Just something to make the journal a little more interesting. Well, with my new phone, I can do that. Woo! So follow the cut to have a look at the first photo.
The moon above a tree just before sunset.