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I totally just fell for a phone scam. I'm so not usually this person, I mean, who among us are, really, if we're here, right? So I get a call and the caller ID says "prison" and its a local number. I pick up, thinking, this might be a client's of [livejournal.com profile] dommeyourass. There's a long message, saying this number is listed as an emergency contact, please hold, then a bunch of other instructions, mostly in spanish, even though I hit zero to get it in english. Then it ends and I hear a guy say "hello?" and I say, "I think you have the wrong number" and he says, "why do you say that, sir?" And he's exceedingly polite and says he's sheriff blah blah blah and do I know someone who would list this number for their emergency contact? He needs me to call the lieutenant on duty and talk to him. Ok, so now I'm freaking out. Because 3 years ago, I would be suspicious, but given that now my partner works for the county and goes to the jails frequently, I'm totally eating it all up. Like, the procedure seemed shady for just a regular accident, but if there was some complicated 'incident' in court, I could totally see getting some strange call from a sherriff to call someone else. He asks if I have a pen, I'm all like, oh yeah, of course, can you speak up please? And then he tells me to call this "extension" number and it starts with *72 and I think that's odd of course, but I have so much adrenaline in my bloodstream that I'm not thinking clearly. I call the number and get some weird message saying call could not be completed as dialed. I call the number without the weird extension and get some cell phone with a pop song ringback. I call 311 and explain the situation, that I'm trying to reach a mysterious "Lt. Garcia", they give the number to Cook County Sherrif's department. I call them and explain the situation, she says, "hold on, sir." I get transferred and explain the situation and she says, "hold on, sir". No one is asking me questions to clarify, so I assume they know what I mean, I'm getting more and more freaked out, until finally the last person interrupts my story and says, "sir, this is a scam that's been going on for awhile, its in all the papers." Um, what? How are the scamming me? She explains very fast that is a call-forwarding scam and I shouldn't call the number and I'm like, uh, too late, hence me calling you. And she's like, well, we can put a block on your phone from cook county jail, but this is a nationwide scam and they use other phones, to it might not actually block them. And I'm like, yeah, never mind, we might actually get legitimate phone calls from jail at my house. She said that in an emergency, they would never ask you to call someone else. Which, is good to know, but how would I know that before? Then she was giving me helpful advice like "don't accept collect calls from people you don't know, sir" (um, I didn't) and "don't answer the phone if you don't recognize the number". She also called me honey at one point. I hung up the phone feeling kinda foolish. But my partner is a public defender! She has clients in prison! At one point there was a chance she would be jailed for contempt! I'm not normally this gullible! But it is funny to me, that with every transferred phone call, the person on the other end was probably rolling their eyes then sending me over to the "Prey on the Weak" department, where I was interpreting each transfer as a sign of how serious the situation must be.

I then was in the middle of calling my phone company and I kept getting more and more "Prison" calls and I would answer them, because hell, I was going to tell them I was onto them. You know teach them lesson. Hahaha. Well, at least get them to not call back. But when I picked up, I wasn't getting the message or the guy again. They kept hanging up on me, then calling back a minute later. I finally did some googling and figured out that I had been tricked into activating call-forwarding so that when they called me and I DIDNT answer, it would get forwarded on and they could make as many calls as they wanted on my bill. So I deactivated call-forwarding, except that didn't seem to work, so I call my phone company and she explained that I was fine because actually, to activate call forwarding on my phone you have to dial 72#, not *72. But she's like, when you hang up, why don't you hit 73# to deactivate it just in case? So I did, and the prison kept calling me until I didn't answer and then they learned that I wasn't forwarding their calls anyway, so they will move onto some other sucker, and now its all done and I'm feeling like a foolish waste of a morning.

This is on top of me booking a hotel last night in a panicked state and then cancelling it this morning when I woke up, even though it cost me $20 to do so, because I realized I made a very bad choice, except my credit card hold is still there so I can't book the cheaper, plusher hotel I found to replace it.

Mercury retrograde, you are not helping my anxiety.
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It is the end of the holidays which officially means I'm ragged and ready to go back to everyday life, except the inertia of not moving is conflicting that. I'm reading This Breathing World and just now there was a passage about February and its cold and isolation and it suddenly hit me, oh isht, its nearly January 2nd which means its that period of dreary long winter months with no activities to break up the monotony. I mean, Thanksgiving/Christmas can be depressing too, in their own ways, but at least it has built in opportunities to dress up. And drink. And pass the time with travel or religious services or meals. Today, as a ritual for an auspicious year, we had black-eyed peas for good luck and sauteed spinach (greens, of sort) for good fortune and sauteed shrimp for good sex (this last one I created just today). The shrimp I made for my own plate had blackening seasoning and I hit the perfect amount and balance such that when I ate, it was my trip to New Orleans in my mouth. It might have made me cry but instead I distracted myself with the movie. We watched Hulk which wasn't too bad, actually. Then again, it came after Ride With the Devil which was overlong and tedious, so that might have affected my judgment.

Tomorrow I will go to the gym and act a little huffy in my head about how crowded it will be with New Year's Resolution makers, when really I am one of them, I just jumped on the train a few weeks early. But hopefully I will stay on it past March.

This evening, at the conclusion of our Ang Lee movie marathon, I felt like I needed to know what was going on in the outside world. I've been in a bubble for 4 days, with cleaning the house, cooking, having people over on Sunday night, going to temple last night, then vegging out and eating leftovers on the couch. It was 6 pm, and the News Hour with Jim Lehrer was on, and it made me miss being home in the evenings. For the most part, my job is working out really well, but sometimes the schedule is a pain, or at least has drawbacks. I suppose that is any work schedule though, really.

I was re-reading January 1 posts from years past and I forgot how rigorously I closely astrology, and so I went back to an old favorite site and read this. In honor of my 2001 self (because I am a Cancer and we put too much emphasis on the past, don't you know), I will post it in my journal. Behind a cut, of course.

January forecast for Cancer, in case you are one too )

There's something so strangely comforting about the familiar language of horoscopes, with their constant talk of marriage proposals and business partnerships. Its like when I hear the church doxology and sing along without thinking about what I'm saying.

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