A short while ago, I had the most bizarre thing happen to me, and I thought it was worthy of a post. See, this addict already thinks in blog terms (and I've even had a couple dreams about blogs/bloggers, too).
I sent my husband an e-mail to his work from my work address. A short time later, it came back with some undeliverable message. I tried to send it again, knowing I'd sent something yesterday that had not bounced back. But yes, it bounced back with some weird administrative message. I thought perhaps it was happening from my business end, so I sent the message to my hotmail account to forward to his work number. Yet again the same thing happened.
So I called his work number, asked for him and was told: "He doesn't work here anymore."
I was openmouthed as I hung up the phone. Man, that company works fast, canceling e-mail address accounts as soon as a person is canned... I'd spoken to my husband at 9:45 when he was on his way to work after tending to some personal matters, and imagined what a horrible scene it must've been for him to be received with walking papers when he walked in. And without seemingly good reasons, I figured, aside from being forewarned that the company might be bought out.
I called my husband on his cell, wondering where he was in his desolate state.
He answered very calmly and I said "What's up? I know what happened."
"Well, I tried to send you e-mail messages and they all came bouncing back with a kind of undeliverable message."
"Yeah, we didn't pay the bill, so I guess they cut the lines."
"But that's not all. Where are you?"
"I'm at my desk."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"Who's there near you?"
"R, I know what happened... I just called you and when I asked for you, I was told that you didn't work there anymore."
"Yes, I work here. Who'd you speak to?"
"I don't know...whoever answered the phone."
"And she told you I don't work here anymore?"
"Hold on..." [and I hear him walking out of his office, down the hall and to the receptionist, asking: "Did my wife just call you? Did you tell her that I don't work here anymore?"]
Suddenly I thought they'd played a trick on me and my husband.
"Nope, there was no call from you. Maybe you dialed a wrong number...?"
"No...I dialed 555-5555."
"Pearl, I work for __________ Industries. You called ____________ Industries. I have not worked there in three years!"
How the heck did my memory pull up that old number at this moment in time just after my husband's e-mail account showed he didn't have an account there anymore?
Is this what is called comedic relief?