Convict in a tree

Well, crazy things happen at my work. Today was a pretty normal busy day. One of the security guards had asked my co-worker to send out an email telling everyone to lock their cars because there was a convict on the loose. We kind of laughed it off because this particular security guard tends to be overzealous. My co-worker went ahead and sent out an email about being vigilant since we had some theft problems anyway.

Then we forgot about it and went on about our day.

That was 10ish. Then at 3:30 I get the report. At 3:00 the security guards switched shifts so the new crew had just come on the job. A man had come up to security and asked them to use the phone. He used it and then left. One of the security guards watched him because she was a bit suspicious. Then she saw him climb up one of the trees that line the driveway at work. So she called the police.
We are in a small town so the entire police force shows up. Five police officers surround the tree with guns pointing up at the guy. They finally get him down and throw cuffs on him. So apparently, this guy escaped from jail, hijacked a car, and had been running around the country all day. They found crack and crack pipe on him which really isn't surprising considering he climbed up a tree in plain view of our security.
Anyway, it was weird. I am glad he didn't do anything to any of our employees. I looked to see if it was in the local news tonight, but it wasn't. I thought it was pretty big news or at least it was was exciting to me. Oh well.
That's it.

There are flies everywhere "sweetie"

Okay folks, I don't really have any particular topic in mind to write about, but for some reason I feel drawn to writing. I guess we'll see where the this rambling leads. I keep getting distracted by flies. When I got home from work there were flies all over my windows, probably 50 or so. It was so gross. I have been in a futile war with them for the past few hours. I couldn't find any newspapers to swat them with, so I am armed with a paper towel roll. If anyone was to catch a glimpse of me in my apartment they would probably think I am insane as I thrash around trying to kill the tiny infiltrators. I have proof of the dozens of casualties in my trash can. Okay, enough war analogies. It's just that I think I get them all and then another one turns up. It's quite frusterating. Someone told me to put out wine and dish soap in a bowl and that the flies will be attracted to it and drown. Well, the bowl still has no flies in it.
Moving on. My latest soap box has been people calling me "sweetie" all the time. I got called "sweetie" at work last week and I found it very patronizing. Granted, the guy was more than 10 years older than I am, but for some reason it rubbed me the wrong way. Since then I have noticed that I get called "sweetie" a lot. I have gone out to eat 3 times in the last 2 days and I have been called sweetie 7 times by 5 different people (not that I am keeping count or anything). Okay, I live in the south and it is common for adults to call younger people "sweetie." But, each time I have been out with groups of at least 8 people, most of whom are the same age as me, and I am the only one that gets this moniker. My friend at work says I should take it as a compliment that people feel comfortable enough around me to call me "sweetie." I know she's right, but I guess I feel it is slightly belittling. I don't know why this bothers me now, because I have never noticed it before. I probably need to just let it go. The problem isn't when someone significantly older than me in a non-work setting calls me "sweetie," but in a professional setting, I don't think it's appropriate. Today one of my male co-workers said "You are such a sweetie." He was trying to compliment me but he definitely used the wrong verbage considering my current "sweetie" issues. My other friend said I should start growling at people and then they probably would stop calling me "sweetie." I don't think that it bothers me to that extreme. As to be expected, now all my friends have resorted to calling me "sweetie" just to bug me. But I guess that is what friends are for. (Note: Just to clarify for those who are worried now because they call their girlfriend/wife/child/significant other "sweeties," it not patronizing/belittling when said genuinly to a loved one.)
I guess that's all for now. Happy 4th of July to everyone. I appologize for the extremely long paragraphs, but I am too tired to go through and edit. Again, I appologize.