Various Things

It's been too long since my last post. I can't remember anything that has happened. I can't even remember what I wrote about last time, and I am far too lazy to go read my last entry.
I vaguely remember Katie coming to the office to tell me that George's door wasn't working right. She was referring to his front door which happened to be working just fine, but I did notice that his pantry door was out of track. I put it back in for him. He seemed baffled that anything could be done about it.
I also remember that at some point last week I was at the in-laws' house when I got a very angry sounding call from James' eldest daughter. She was upset that James' air conditioner was out again. I told her that I was not in town at the moment and would not be able to do anything until the morning. This just made her more upset. Fortunately, I was able to get back to the apartment around eight that night, and I stopped by his apartment to check out the problem. The air conditioner was definitely broken. I called the repairman first thing in the morning. It turns out a part was just blown, completely unrelated to the previous problem. It took him about five minutes to fix it.
I was sitting in the office at some point this week when I saw a stretcher wheeling someone into the building. That seemed odd. Usually, they wheel people out. The especially wheel people out who they have covered in a blanket like they are dead. As it turns out, it was Bobbie. She wasn't dead. Instead, she had been forced to go to the hospital that morning in her nightgown which somehow she had bleed through, so they were kind enough to give her a ride back and escort her into her apartment to save her dignity.
Later that same day, Bobbie came storming into the office hopping mad. The first thing she did was demand the number for who to complain to in Bloomington. She assured me that Susie (her power of attorney) was going to raise Hell. It took a couple minutes before I could even ask her why. The answer: "I never get to do my warshin'." According to Bobbie, the laundry room is always in use. So naturally I asked her if anyone was using it at the moment. Well no, she admitted. Then she tried to tell me that she'd been sick for two weeks and hadn't been able to do her "warshin'." My guess is then that when she did finally try to do her laundry someone happened to be using it. But Bobbie wasn't done. She then took off into a rant about how she was about to bleed to death that morning, and no one would answer the door to help her. I don't know what was wrong with her, but I do know that I'd be surprised if anyone answered the door to her banging on it at four or five in the morning.
George's insurance agent came to see him this week. She had been with him for awhile when she rushed into my office on the brink of tears telling me that someone was stealing George's money. George was telling her that someone was writing checks in his name. She wanted to know if I knew anything about it. I didn't really know what to say. She told me that he needed to go see the police and that she would take him the next day. When she left, George came into the office and essentially told me the same thing she did. He said someone was taking money out of his account and writing checks in his name. He said that he didn't know who it would be. His insurance agent came back the next day to take him to the police and the bank, and they were gone for awhile. When they came back, she stopped back in the office to tell me that George had been the one writing the checks the whole time. What I don't know is 1) if George really had been hiding the fact that he was writing the checks and confessed when pressed 2) if George forgot about writing the checks or 3) George knows who is writing the checks and is protecting them from the police (as is his history with his floozies).
Jon, you nailed it. I've had all sorts of visitors to this blog because I mentioned the whole "Girls Gone Wild" thing. But they weren't just searching the GGW. They were specifically searching the fiasco in NV. There were several hits from NV itself and even some from other cities like Bloomington. Anna's guess is that the Bloomington hit is an IU student from NV. All of this makes it relatively likely that Anna might even know some of these people. Or as Anna said, it means that at the very least she knows someone who knows each and every one of these people. Bunch of perverts here in southern Indiana.