Funny, I didn't hear the TARDIS engine....

From Facebook:


Nikki Cohen wrote
at 12:36am tomorrow

Aw, Spud-- I'd come up to Boston if for no other reason than to kick you in the ass. Not for any particular reason-- just for old times' sake.

Rage

I now have to replace about $2,000 worth of corset orders. I am absolutely beside myself. I just feel sick.


There are days I'm pretty sure the only ones I can trust on this planet are my dog and cats.

Great.

I'm now taking a day off from work to deal with this shit.


Part of the problem is that I think she took the contact sheets for my customers-- presumably to have the mailing addresses. But now I have to dig out their phone numbers from G-d-knows-where.


Son of a bitch.

Holding pattern.

I called the non-emergency number, and they told me to call 911 and file a report. At this point, I want to wait and see if two of the customers I couldn't call email me back to say whether their corsets arrived or not, as that vastly changes the scope of all this. At worst, however, I have $1600 unaccounted for, which I'll have to remake.

Great.