They're trying to get me and stuff that isn't co-worker related

Ok, so I am writting in 'Arial' font, and even though I said this post wouldn't be co-worker related I do have to mention the office. The director of my department...the high mucky-muck wants all reports to be typed in 'Arial' or 'Times' font, size 12. Which, ok...that's what he wants and he's the high mucky muck. But whenever I think of Arial font, I think of 'The Little Mermaid' spelling or incorrect spelling be damned. But what bugs me is 'Big Bad' and 'The Chiref' think this too. Which makes me worry....am I relly in sync with them?

Last night went to happy hour and had a lovely time with some friends. (Friends who yet again happen to be co-workers). Damn, can't get away from the coworker thing. :-) Anyway sometime during the night my aunt (who is mad cool and funny as hell) calls and leaves me this message, sounding panicked as (and I quote): 'Someone has been trying to get me. I don't know who it is but I'm unpstairs and someone is trying to get me. I don't know what to do.' Now ok, you all have to understand...this is a woman who has been my rock all my life. If anything, and I mean ANYTHING happened to her....I'd lose it. Also, Ida is handicapped, so if 'someone is trying to get her', she doesn't have much ability to run away and save herself.

So what do I do, in a panic, I run outside, fag hanging from my mouth, and call home. Who answers? I'll tell you who. My mother. The woman who can't be bothered with us, and is living in the fabulous world of 'Lucretia' (i.e. herself. ) So here's the conversation:

'Where's Ida?'

'Outside. Why?'

'What do you mean outside? Why is she outside? Why did you let her go outside?'

'She has broken glass. What do you mean why'd I let her go outside?'

'Why is there broken glass? Where is Ida? Is she ok?'

'I just told you. She's outside. She wanted to go outside.'

'Alone? Why the hell did you let her go outside alone? They're trying to get her!'

(Now please note...I was no where near drunk)

'Just what the heck are you talking about?'

'Who is this?'

'What? What do you mean who is this?'

*Gritting teeth* "Who am I speaking to? Where is Ida?'

'This is your mother. Now what are you talking about?'

'Ida left me a message someone is trying to get her.'

*Laughing* 'Maybe she meant the cats.'

And that is where I terminated the conversation. Because although I was absolutly insane, and panicking for no reason. She was just being unreasonable. If indeed I am saying blah, blah, blah...maybe she shouldn't just fluff it off. Maybe Ida was scared someone was trying to get her. In the long run, Ida called me back and left me a message that everything was ok...she was 100% safe. It was someone who kept calling her on the phone, but she couldn't get to the phone in time and they wouldn't leave a message.

But it's due to my mother's lack of interest in my life, and actual lack of concern for anyone else that has me say: Should the shoe be on the other foot and she had left me the insane message someone was trying to get her. I wouldn't have reacted in the panick I was in. I would have just have to deal with the fact that when I got home, perhaps she had been abducted by aliens wanting to do an anal probe on her.