Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Okay, first of all, I obviously haven't posted in a while. Life's been hectic. Got temporarily switched to another project that was in immediate need of a Java developer. There's about six weeks worth of work to do in three weeks. Considering I'll be driving to Pittsburgh the next two weekends, I have to cram alot of work into the next three weeks.
I also finally got a mattered settled that's been annoying me the past two weeks. I'll get to that later. But first the setup. It started the Thursday before last when, as I was leaving for work, I get a call from an old friend who decided to make a spur of the moment trip that weekend to visit New Jersey. She flew in on Saturday. On sunday, we drove a red convertible down to Atlantic City.
It was my first visit to Atlantic City. I've been to a few casinos in my time, though. They didn't compare really to Las Vegas, atleast the ones we went to, but they were better than the ones I saw along the highway when I drove through Reno with my brother a few years back. (Actually, that was over seven years ago. God how time flies.) I guess the casinos in the midtown section we went to compared to the less fancy casino/hotels in Vegas. But the thing I found weird and interesting was when you walk out the doors of a casino on the boardwalk side, it's like you step directly from vegas or reno into Santa Monica or Hawaii. Well, I'd better clarify that a little. The boardwalk of Atlantic City reminded me of walking along Santa Monica last year near the pier and around Waikiki when I was in Hawaii. There's a beach on one side. Alot of little stores on the other. Every other store is a souvenir store selling the same cheap crap every other souvenir store is selling. Then you step through a door and you're back into a vegas-esque atmosphere. Actually, from what I understand, the new casino there are just as nice as the vegas ones, we just never went into the fancier ones.
Okay, back to the annoyance. Monday morning, I dropped off Tiff at the airport and then returned the call. I pulled in and the lady working at Hertz immediate said "don't turn off the ignition". Since I didn't remove the keys out of the ignition, I didn't notice my apartment keys still attached to the car keys. I realize that halfway home in the taxi.
I called them when I got back to my place. (I got access to my extra apartment key and the front desk guy let me into the building.) By the time I called them, they had already moved my car to another lot. The next day, they still hadn't found them, so I started making arrangements for a new set of keys. Then Wednesday, before I actually put the work order in for new keys, Hertz calls and says they found my keys and would mail them to me. I figured they'd come friday, saturday at the latest. Saturday comes and no keys. Since I don't have an extra keychain sensor or mailbox key, I have to call the frontdesk guy if I want to get into the building, the parking lot or my mailbox. I simply parked the car at work rather than bother with the intercom at the parking lot gate, but the rest was an annoyance.
Now yes, it was my stupidity to leave the keys in the car, but my stupidity should have ended late last week. Yesterday I get the mail, I see two things when I pull the mail out of the mailbox that makes me smile. I see Jessica Alba on the cover of the Rolling Stone and I see something with the Hertz logo on it. Then I realize that the something with the hertz logo on it is inside one of the envelopes the post office uses when a letter gets ripped open. The lady at Hertz sent my keys to me in a standard cheap white letter envelope. Put any irregular-shaped hard object in one of those envelopes and the machines at the post office will ripe up the envelope. The envelope was ripped on the back the entire length of the envelope. No keys. Just a letter saying the keys were enclosed. I called the lost and found at hertz and got their voice mail. My voice mail message wasn't returned. I ended up having to get a new set of keys made anyway, only I wasted an extra week because they had found my keys.
So my car is back in my parking space and I now can get immediate access to my mailbox and my building (and the gym and rooftop which the sensor also gets me into).
Bydaway, first chance I get, I'm going to put in a new comment system since, like Bill, I got screwed by the old one.
On another note. Today marks my nephew's fourth birthday. It also marks the first anniversary of me starting my job which also means yesterday was my first anniversary of me driving to philly for the first time.
I did hear sad news today. Myron Cope is retiring from broadcasting Steelers games.
There's more I want to talk about it. I'll try to post again tomorrow.
I also finally got a mattered settled that's been annoying me the past two weeks. I'll get to that later. But first the setup. It started the Thursday before last when, as I was leaving for work, I get a call from an old friend who decided to make a spur of the moment trip that weekend to visit New Jersey. She flew in on Saturday. On sunday, we drove a red convertible down to Atlantic City.
It was my first visit to Atlantic City. I've been to a few casinos in my time, though. They didn't compare really to Las Vegas, atleast the ones we went to, but they were better than the ones I saw along the highway when I drove through Reno with my brother a few years back. (Actually, that was over seven years ago. God how time flies.) I guess the casinos in the midtown section we went to compared to the less fancy casino/hotels in Vegas. But the thing I found weird and interesting was when you walk out the doors of a casino on the boardwalk side, it's like you step directly from vegas or reno into Santa Monica or Hawaii. Well, I'd better clarify that a little. The boardwalk of Atlantic City reminded me of walking along Santa Monica last year near the pier and around Waikiki when I was in Hawaii. There's a beach on one side. Alot of little stores on the other. Every other store is a souvenir store selling the same cheap crap every other souvenir store is selling. Then you step through a door and you're back into a vegas-esque atmosphere. Actually, from what I understand, the new casino there are just as nice as the vegas ones, we just never went into the fancier ones.
Okay, back to the annoyance. Monday morning, I dropped off Tiff at the airport and then returned the call. I pulled in and the lady working at Hertz immediate said "don't turn off the ignition". Since I didn't remove the keys out of the ignition, I didn't notice my apartment keys still attached to the car keys. I realize that halfway home in the taxi.
I called them when I got back to my place. (I got access to my extra apartment key and the front desk guy let me into the building.) By the time I called them, they had already moved my car to another lot. The next day, they still hadn't found them, so I started making arrangements for a new set of keys. Then Wednesday, before I actually put the work order in for new keys, Hertz calls and says they found my keys and would mail them to me. I figured they'd come friday, saturday at the latest. Saturday comes and no keys. Since I don't have an extra keychain sensor or mailbox key, I have to call the frontdesk guy if I want to get into the building, the parking lot or my mailbox. I simply parked the car at work rather than bother with the intercom at the parking lot gate, but the rest was an annoyance.
Now yes, it was my stupidity to leave the keys in the car, but my stupidity should have ended late last week. Yesterday I get the mail, I see two things when I pull the mail out of the mailbox that makes me smile. I see Jessica Alba on the cover of the Rolling Stone and I see something with the Hertz logo on it. Then I realize that the something with the hertz logo on it is inside one of the envelopes the post office uses when a letter gets ripped open. The lady at Hertz sent my keys to me in a standard cheap white letter envelope. Put any irregular-shaped hard object in one of those envelopes and the machines at the post office will ripe up the envelope. The envelope was ripped on the back the entire length of the envelope. No keys. Just a letter saying the keys were enclosed. I called the lost and found at hertz and got their voice mail. My voice mail message wasn't returned. I ended up having to get a new set of keys made anyway, only I wasted an extra week because they had found my keys.
So my car is back in my parking space and I now can get immediate access to my mailbox and my building (and the gym and rooftop which the sensor also gets me into).
Bydaway, first chance I get, I'm going to put in a new comment system since, like Bill, I got screwed by the old one.
On another note. Today marks my nephew's fourth birthday. It also marks the first anniversary of me starting my job which also means yesterday was my first anniversary of me driving to philly for the first time.
I did hear sad news today. Myron Cope is retiring from broadcasting Steelers games.
There's more I want to talk about it. I'll try to post again tomorrow.
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