UPDATE: ID cards recovered, but too late. Also, spell my name right

If anyone ate lunch with the General today, you may have noticed that she received a phone call, but muted it, thinking it was some unimportant 617 number (at least it wasn't a certain repeat caller...). Little did she know, it was the Harvard University Police Department. What crimes against humanity did the General commit? What warrants have been summoned for her arrest? What orders or demands have gone too far?

Actually, none of the above. The ID cards have been recovered! Officer Allen from HUPD left a voicemail AND emailed the General that he has retained them in a locker at 90 Smith St. for safekeeping. Unfortunately, as with most matters of national defense, it was too little, too late. After multiple weekend days and post-7pms of being locked out of her own fortress that is the NRB, obtaining a replacement Harvard ID that never actually got activated, arguing with security, negotiating with security, begging favors from security, and borrowing other NRS writers' IDs, she found that the new ID card holder that came with the new BIDMC ID doesn't actually button closed. Sound familiar (See: Gabriella, Grad School Musical)? Thank you BIDMC...the functional ID card holders are probably in the same mysterious location as the General and SanRomance's "misplaced" confidential health information. To add insult to injury, Officer Allen spelled the General's last name wrong. There are only three letters...it's not that hard. It's not like the correct spelling was on the three ID cards or anything. However, this still doesn't beat the probe the General got in the mail (apparently we can get mail in lab, who knew?) this week: "Dear Yeah..."

However, there is one small consolation through all these tiring battles: no fish were harmed, nor did they go hungry.

As for now, the General will go back to the ultimate tome of military strategy to learn from this incident for the betterment of man(and fish)kind.