2003-02-26 - 6:49 p.m.
This morning I was on the bus and across the street was one of those police escorted deals where traffic is completly stopped to let whoever is special enough to pass through. How weird. I saw the cars that were being escorted pass me. They didn't even have tinted windows. I've been wondering all day who it was and why are they so fucking important. The last time I saw a parade of police was last summer when I biked home from Mary-anne's over the Granville bridge and I had to stop to let the police by. It was well over midnight and guess what went by. The whale from the Aquarium who was on her was to the airport and then to San Diego's seaworld to live because she was depressed here. Depressed and wasn't eating and they thought having her be around other whales would make her happier. It was so sureal. Buesa was her name I think. She drove right by me. Not to fast either so I totally did get a good look. She had her trainors with her. Her body was exposed
and her tail was hanging out the back. It was amazing and very disturbing all at the same time. She died a little while after she got to San Diego. It was so strange. I was kinda delerious on my ride home after that.
I got to work to find out one of my staff members wouldn't be in becuase of some shit that hit the fan with her live in boyfriend last night. The message read. She'll be in later. She had to sleep on the kitchen floor last night. Us girls yack at work alot and I knew she was in a bad situation but I didn't think it was this extreme. I called her cell phone and she couldn't talk because he was right beside her. It was like one of those 911 calls when the person calling can't talk and you have to ask questions they can answer and not be obvious. I told her to just come to work. She came in after. Had friends pick her up ten minutes later and by the end of the day she had a new apartment and would be moving on Saturday. Just like me. The events of what happened with her boyfriend are too awful to tell. He obviously isn't completly there in the head. Good girl she knew what had to be done. I've never ever had a boyfriend be abusive to me in anyway. I've had one boyfriend be an asshole. Say some pretty mean things to me at times but... I dumped him. How does that happen? How do you get yourself into such a mess. Aren't there signs to warn you that you're not meant to be together. What the fuck? I understand what it's like to care about someone so much you feel like you live without them so you're willing to stick some things out because it's worth it in the longrun but to allow anyone who is supposed to care about you disrespect and treat you like shit is beyond me. To sleep on the fucking floor. My cat doesn't even sleep on the floor.
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