I had two back-to-back clients yesterday afternoon, and is my norm when this happens, I placed one of my chairs in the hallway to give my second client something upon which to sit while they waited for me to finish with my first client. When I have a client coming immediately following another, I am very mindful about ending the first session on time to ensure that the second client doesn’t have to wait beyond their starting time.
Anyway, I was to have a first date with someone who was going to meet me at my office when I finished with my 17:00 client, and I left my chair in the hallway for them to sit upon if they arrived early. During the second session, I heard a woman standing outside my office in the hallway talking on the telephone, when she suddenly remarked upon the nice chair sitting there. I could hear one of the janitors say that he thought it belonged “to the guy in that office.”
She didn’t realize that I was inside my office because I had the overhead lights turned off while I was working, and she knocked on my door. Now normally, I wouldn’t answer my door, but since my chair was about to be taken, I cracked my door and said, “yes, that’s my chair.” to the stylishly dressed woman, and I closed my door and resumed work.
At the end of the session, I left my office to allow my client to dress and compose herself, and my chair was gone! Ugh, the nerve. So, I called the security desk down in the lobby and asked her to page the janitor supervisor to see if anyone on his staff had removed the chair. Jose said, and we asked Romelio, the janitor assigned to the seventh floor, about the chair, and they didn’t know what had happened, although Romelio did indicate that he had seen the chair earlier and just assumed that it was my chair setting out for a client. Of course, he knows my work habits after being here for two years, so I knew he hadn’t done anything with it.
Jose suggest I ask Gina, the lobby security office, to look at the camera, and she did so. Lo and behold, some woman had snagged my chair and put it in her office. She and I went up to the seventh floor to the office where she thought it might have been placed, as she wasn’t totally sure from the foreshortening effect of the cameras, and knocked on the door. No answer.
I told her I’d just come back by tomorrow and check the three possible offices out and deal with it. Then I left on my dinner date with Marty, a guy I’ve been chatting with on Bear411 for the past two months. We had a lovely time.
Meanwhile, during dinner, Gina at the lobby desk called me and said that janitor, going about his cleaning rounds, entered into one of the three offices and saw my chair sitting there. She wanted to have it placed in some “security office” for me to retrieve, but instead, I gave her permission to have Jose or someone place the chair back in my office, which they did.
After dinner, and a post-dinner stroll through the Westfield Centre to look at the Emporium dome and the curved escalators (yeah, I know, I’m a cheap date), we walked over to my office (he wanted to see my massage table in person after having seen it on my website). There was my chair sitting just inside my office door. I put it back in its normal location, and showed off my table.
Marty has a teenage daughter at home, though, and it was getting late, so we headed off to our separate homes. The date was a bit unorthodox, but he was good-natured and shy and cute, so I think I might just have to see him again.
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