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Ideal_Rock
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i joke, but seriously, i just had the most terrifying experience taking my e-ring diamond to leon mege to be set.
leon''s office is located on the fiftheen floor of a pre-war building right smack in the heart of the diamond in NYC (47th st between 5 and 6). after my appointment, i climb in the elevator and start emailing (blackberry) my BF to tell him the good news (he''s stuck at some meeting across town). when i get to the lobby, the doorman shouts at me to "go back upstairs! they think there''s a bomb in the street outside!" and tells me that NYPD is there is bomb suits and they aren''t letting anyone out of any of the buildings on 47th. so all of these people are congregating in the lobby of the building, and nobody has any idea what''s going on, and all i can think about (of course) is september 11 and how the last thing i want to do is die in the process of getting my engagement ring. and the whole city has obviously been on high terror alert due to the RNC, so i''m thinking the bomb might be for real. needless to say i start hysterically crying and hypervenilating, because i''m trapped in the building and i don''t know what to do and can''t figure out whether its best to be upstairs or in the lobby if some kind of bomb goes of. (wow, now this really isn''t a very cheery story is it.
sorry.) they kept us locked there for about twenty or thirty minutes without telling us a thing. it was just awful.
once they finally let us out i bolted (obviously), and there were cops and police tape everyehere and people on the street were saying that there was some kind of suitcase or package sitting in the street directly across from leon''s building, and that there was some indication that it contained a bomb. thank GOD that it wasn''t, but i think i really just took about six years off of my life (and off of my poor BF''s, who kept getting these terrifying e-mails from me saying i was trapped in some horrible crisis situation.) ugh. this is the reason why i am moving out of NYC as fast as my little legs will carry me.
maybe this is god''s way of telling me that diamonds are baaaaaad news.
anyway, i apologize for the big time downer story, but i''m at work trying to be together and professional and i just had to share that with someone. i think i''m going to call it a day soon.
leon''s office is located on the fiftheen floor of a pre-war building right smack in the heart of the diamond in NYC (47th st between 5 and 6). after my appointment, i climb in the elevator and start emailing (blackberry) my BF to tell him the good news (he''s stuck at some meeting across town). when i get to the lobby, the doorman shouts at me to "go back upstairs! they think there''s a bomb in the street outside!" and tells me that NYPD is there is bomb suits and they aren''t letting anyone out of any of the buildings on 47th. so all of these people are congregating in the lobby of the building, and nobody has any idea what''s going on, and all i can think about (of course) is september 11 and how the last thing i want to do is die in the process of getting my engagement ring. and the whole city has obviously been on high terror alert due to the RNC, so i''m thinking the bomb might be for real. needless to say i start hysterically crying and hypervenilating, because i''m trapped in the building and i don''t know what to do and can''t figure out whether its best to be upstairs or in the lobby if some kind of bomb goes of. (wow, now this really isn''t a very cheery story is it.
once they finally let us out i bolted (obviously), and there were cops and police tape everyehere and people on the street were saying that there was some kind of suitcase or package sitting in the street directly across from leon''s building, and that there was some indication that it contained a bomb. thank GOD that it wasn''t, but i think i really just took about six years off of my life (and off of my poor BF''s, who kept getting these terrifying e-mails from me saying i was trapped in some horrible crisis situation.) ugh. this is the reason why i am moving out of NYC as fast as my little legs will carry me.
anyway, i apologize for the big time downer story, but i''m at work trying to be together and professional and i just had to share that with someone. i think i''m going to call it a day soon.
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