Twilight Zone?

Some background info to understand the situation a little better:
I'm a member of the Y in SF. I go to the Wednesday evening Tai Chi class held at the Y for beginners and intermediates. On top of that, I also attend the free class held in the same location but sponsored by City College and taught by the same instructor.

It is currently Spring break week and City College classes are canceled for the week. Y classes are supposed to be held as usual.



This evening, I went to the Annex (a separate building across the street from the main Y gym) where the Tai Chi classes are held. The place was locked and had no lights on. I got a wee bit concerned at that point. I remember double checking with the instructor on whether the Wednesday class was being held the week before. He told me it would. So I was ready to walk across the street to the main building to double check when I pass by one of the administrator's windows and lo and behold! She's in the office. She notices me looking in and I gesture towards the main doors. She opens the doors and the first thing she says is, "There're no City College classes this week."

I explained that I know there aren't any classes for City College this week but I'm here for the regular Y class. She looks confused. I insist that I've been coming for regular Tai Chi classes held by the Y every Wednesday. She calls the main branch across the street. Some dude answers and over the speaker I hear that he only knows about Monday and Thursday classes. I'm going through a WTF moment.

Was the class canceled at the last minute without me knowing? Did they change the schedule suddenly? Or was I just going crazy and hallucinated all those previous weeks of classes? Did I step into the Twilight Zone and someone forgot to send me the memo?

I proceed to walk across to the main branch and on the way I see a classmate on his way to Tai Chi class. I make brief conversation and am relieved to know that I did not hallucinate the man, at least. I leave for the main branch, he leaves for the Annex.

I walk in, stare at the schedules and talked to a fellow behind the counter that sounded very, very similar to the fellow on the speaker phone not ten minutes ago. I explain to him that, "Yes, I have been going to the Tai Chi class for the Y every Wednesday" and "Yes, I went last week, the week before, the week before that, all the way back in August." He walks off to find some supervisor,I stare again at the schedules, flip one over and tada! Tai Chi class every Wednesday at the Annex. Bwahahaha! Vindication!

I walk back over and noticed some other moderator dude running ahead of me to the Annex. He opens the door a minute before I reach (he J-walked!) and lo, two classmates had already gotten in before me anyway. I suspect the janitor came by and opened the door for them.

Sigh. All that trouble for nothing.

But hey, it was an eventful evening, eh?

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I called the SF ACC this afternoon about Mic's roommate who's been neglecting her snake. By neglecting, I mean she's been neglecting to feed it for the last six weeks or more. She's also been neglecting to clean its bedding since she got it down to SF and it's been living in its own excrement for at least two months now. Per the info online, a snake should be fed every two weeks or so at the least. The snake hasn't moved from his box for a week when it's in the habit of moving out every morning. It has no heater on. And apparently, it now has no water.

I don't particularly like snakes, but there's a line I draw at what you do and do not do to animals. As a pet owner, you do not starve your pet. You clean its cage/aquarium at least once a month if it lives in one. You change its water every day at least once. She struck out on all three.

I am not amused. Not only is she irresponsible at fulfilling her end of a bargain in cleaning the place before Mic and her were supposed to move, not only did she get piss ass drunk and high the night before and not show up for the movers on moving day, she bloody manages to starve a low maintenance pet.

And I really, really hate the thought of anything starving to death. It's a bloody awful way to die.

All that aside, I still wasn't into the idea of filing an official report against her. After all, I didn't even know if it was considered abuse. Calling them as just a measure to figure out what to do, to be truthful. I called the general line, gave the guy a brief description of the situation and he immediately says, "Let me transfer you to the dispatcher."

I'm thinking to myself, "Shit, it's so severe I go straight to the dispatcher?"

It gets better. The dispatcher answers with "Emergency Animal Care and Control Dispatcher, how may I help you?" Emergency... aiyaiyairoommie wasn't feeding it. I answered that I figure she's just not making an effort to gt the snake a rat. She has the time--I've seen her bumming around the house enough times to know she has the time and she shops for clothes enough that a $2 rat shouldn't be a bloody problem--she just doesn't put any effort into doing anything for it. She asks for the address; I give it to her. A little bit more info, I ask for my involvement to be kept anonymous, we thank each other and done.

It was a little surreal how easy it all went down. And how out of the ordinary it was too.

This has been one weird ass day.