Brief Encounter with the Twilight Zone

Yesterday was just one of those days. Not those ones where I'm so excited
that my bum can't stop wiggling. But one filled with pointless disorder
followed by my cameo appearance in a Twilight Zone episode.

The day started off with my cold letting me know it was still in full
hacking up yellow mucous mode. I arrive at work expecting to see my office
key in an envelope in MY mailbox (about the key: someone borrowed my office
and I lent them my key). Needless to say, no key could be found there. The
borrower had put it in a long legal letter sized envelope marked with MY
name on it in MY mailbox. It seems my co-worker decided that this envelope
with my name on it, was for her and well.(temporarily) lost the envelope.
Don't worry; you're not the only one confused about why an envelope marked
to me would be for her. I'm just as confused. Luckily I'm pretty laid back
and didn't get my knickers in a knot and let it slide, as I knew she would
look for it until found (I got the envelope today).

After work, I'm walking from the streetcar to my apartment and get this
weird unshakable feeling that something odd was going to happen in my
apartment. Low and behold...I look to see my last callers on my phone and
I'm the last caller! Which is impossible. Anyways, to make a long story
short... no no I cannot make this short, you need to hear it all!! I pick up
my phone and cannot do the *98 thing to check my messages, which is unusual.
I call the long way and decide to change my password in case something odd
is going on that I do not know about. I had a strange feeling maybe someone
had been in my apartment or something bizarre, as I've had stalkers in the
past and I can never be too certain. I call a friend and he tells me my
number is showing up as some other number that is within the area. After
that, I call another friend who has caller ID and am told what my new last
name appears to be. I'm Mr. So and so and am associated with a number I
have never claimed to be my own. This is when the wave of Twilight Zone
crashes over me, leaving me feeling displaced. I look around my apartment
to be sure nothing is out of order.

I proceed to call Bell and explain to my service representative "So, I went
to work this morning and my number was my usual number. I come home and it
is not my number." She sounds as confused as I am "Ok, that's super weird.
I've never heard of that happening." I tell her "Honestly, I thought I was
in the Twilight Zone but looked around and knew I was in my own apartment."
Anyways, she was entertaining and we joked around until she could find the
right person to send my call too. My call was then transferred and I was
talking to a woman in another country, (as a lot of call centres are
actually located in other countries). (When I was in El Salvador, I learned
IBM's tech support is transferred there from United States). After many
"Pardon, could you please repeat that" 's, we decided someone would come by
the following day to fix the problem. She told me I would be happy to know
(as if I'm the lucky one here) that I won't even be charged for this
service!! Wow, Bell won't charge me to fix wires they somehow crossed, man
it is my lucky day!! I had pretty much determined that they must have
crossed the wires with someone else in my building. Then at midnight, the
man who's line was crossed with mine, calls my friend (who had called my
number trying to find me around 6pm, so it was on his phone) and starts
talking to him. The man clearly knew he had a different number by the way
he was talking to my friend. Yet continued to ask him information and other
strange bits and pieces my friend had no interest in answering. What a
fucking weirdo!