Around 12:30pm last night, Joe and I were startled awake by a ringing doorbell, pounding on the door and Oscar barking wildly. Of course a rush of possibilities are running through our head...a neighbor needs help, an accident happened outside, a psycho killer is trying to get into the house....
We get to the front door and there is a face at the glass with a flashlight pointing in at us. Joe opens the door and see that it is a police officer! She had come looking for me! Over two weeks ago, my manager had to take me off of the shift for last night, so I could attend a meeting during the day on Monday. However, she forgot to actually physically cross my name off of the schedule. Therefore, my unit thought I hadn't showed up for work. Added to the confusion and chaos, during the day I must have turned the ringer off of our house phone, not realized or remembered, and not turned the ringer back on. They had left three messages on my home phone and two on my cell phone. And then instead of calling the manager, they decided to call the police to have them go looking for me. I'm not sure if I should be flattered that they might have worried that something was wrong with me or if I should be annoyed that they sent the police to my house to bang my door down.
It's lucky that Joe and I didn't decide to go out to the bar late last night and had actually gone to bed at 10pm. If we weren't at home, I'm not sure if they would have tried to break into the house or what... Once the officer knew that I was there and ok, she said she was relieved that everything was fine, apologized for waking us, saw that I was calling work to check in, and then immediately left.
Needless to say, the adrenaline was definitely pumping and I didn't fall back asleep until after 3am. I got an apology call this am from my assistant manager. She said that it was her mistake, but she can't believe that the night shift called the police...
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