Who in the hell do I know in the 805? I just received 6 missed calls from a number I traced to a security company in Camarillo. Yes, I’m having a Rockwell “Somebody’s Watching Me” moment after a long day of processing student discipline referrals, getting ready for a major parent event next week, and the dizzying ups and downs of being back out in the madness known as dating. Paranoia is never a good thing.
I think it’s time I go run a few miles before I have to come back to work to chaperone the talent show.