Home Again

Me and Finn at the Gaylord Texan

We had a wonderful weekend in Texas - even though we were inside the entire time, and the only way we could tell we were in Texas was the occasional person walking by in a cowboy hat.  Well, that and all the Texas themed stuff in the gift shops.  The conference was at the Gaylord Texan; all my times in Dallas I've never stayed there before, which is a shame, because it's fabulous.  They're all decked out for Christmas, and have tons of Dreamworks themed Christmas things (like "Shrek the Halls" ice exhibit), which made me wish Finn was old enough to enjoy it.  But he did like all the lights, especially at night.  I'm so looking forward to sharing my love of travel and new experiences with Finn; he handled the trip so well, I'm really hoping he continues to be a good traveler. This weekend, it was so nice to have someone with me while we traveled, and so great to be able to see Finn during my breaks each day.

Yesterday I finally got around to going through my mail and found a notice from my bank of a denied check that they thought was fraudulent.  I checked it out online, and it turns out it was fraudelent.  It was my check, but written to someone I don't know with the memo "Oct-Nov rent".  When I got to work today, I dug out the checkbook I keep in my desk, and found that the check was taken from that checkbook, and it looks like it was just that check.  I called the bank to confirm it was a fraudulent check, and they told me I have to close out my entire account. The account I've had since 1999.  The account that I have almost every single bill tied to.  The account whose number I finally memorized last summer.  So that account is now closed, and I have to spend my lunch hour tomorrow at the bank opening a new account.  And then I'll be spending the evenings for the rest of the week updating all my other accounts with the new bank info.  I'm so glad that the bank caught it, but SO annoyed I have to deal with this.

And of course, I'm wondering who it was who stole the check.  My office is right next to the nurse's station, but out of the path of traffic in the office, so it's hard to imagine a patient could have gotten back there and had time to riffle through my desk.  I'm suspicious that it was the cleaning crew, though the woman who does most of the cleaning would never ever do something like that.  She also works at the hospital, and before I delivered Finn, she gave me her cell phone number and told me to call her if I needed anything while I was in the hospital.  She used to watch me walk out to my car when I was at the office late, to be sure I was safe, and when my car was broken into a few years ago, she was more upset than I was.  So I know it's not her.  But she's not always the one who does the cleaning.  I think I'm going to tell my office manager about it, and let her deal with that side of things.  After I file a police report, that is.

I wonder if I'm going to have to go to the police station to do the reporting, or if they'll come to me?  And I also wonder, why are people so mean sometimes?