Don't mess with my sticky notes!

It's Monday, it's busy and all I want is to be anywhere but at work. I knew my morning would be rough when Brandi, the new afternoon receptionist left me a note asking if I could check over the work she did for me on Friday. Turns out she did it completely wrong and everything was out of order. After spending an hour to straighten out her mess, I got a lovely encounter.

While being surrounded by stacks of paperwork and starting to feel overwhelmed, I call Mary to let her know her visitors are here. Then the phone rings. While chanting my monotone "thank you for calling..." I get cut off and I immediately break out in a smile. It's Ashley, one of my co-workers that recently moved to Cali and now works remotely for the company. She was calling because she was coming to the office for a training. Hooray!

She was one of the reasons work was bearable. She filled in for me when we needed help during the summer months when I had vacations and then got hired full time in a different department. We quickly became friends, and it turned out we went to the same college, knew the same people... it was an easy friendship. Then she moved, and I was back to eating lunch alone. So needless to say, I was beyond excited to chat with her, even if it was more of a work related call.

While chatting, and giving her information of the cab company we use to and from the airport, Mary was standing to my left. I knew she was there, and since I was wrapping up taking down information on a sticky note from Ashley for calling her a cab for when she would get into town, I thought Mary would wait 5 seconds.

Nope!

The lady reaches over, takes my sticky notes, rips off the one I was writing on and scribbles me a note. A what what?!

It was then when I ask Ashley to hold for a minute so I could turn and STARE at Mary and say "Excuse me?!"

"I don't know, you buzz me in?" (Mary LOVES to start her sentences with "I don't know")

Between picking up my jaw off my desk and buzzing her in, I look down and see the note I began to crumple up. It actually had nothing to do with buzzing her in, so she's lucky I read it.
Unfortunately for her, and her guest, I don't have any authority about parking, and if she was really concerned, I would have told her to talk to the office manager. But since she decided to be rude to me, I was rude back and didn't inform Jim about his parked car.

Oops.

Hope it's still there after their meeting >:)