Nope. It's not my handwriting. I have never actually written down the account number and password on anything.

It is not the handwriting of anyone else in my department (both supervisors have seen it. One of them responded by saying "wow, that's weird." The other one said "I'll have it looked into.").

You have to go through two locked doors to get into the package room.

This one isn't momwolf wackiness.

I do have index cards at home, but they are blue and of a higher quality paper stock that this thin wobbly one that turned up in my package room.

I saw a comedian talking about how they put WAAAAAY too many raisins in raisin bran now. He said he has to put it on an album cover and use a credit card to get all the raisins out.

;)

Well, I'm usually the first to say: "there must be a logical explanation" but you got me stumped.

Could there be a logical explanation? Even if its sinister. Could there be someone listening to your conversations?

Why do that? If someone wanted to freak wolf out, there are other, easier ways (I would imagine) like tapping on her outside wall, calling from a payphone and hanging up, mailing a photo of a distressed Hello Kitty! doll...this person had to get the occult info, go thru two locked doors, and assumed wolf would get there before someone else did who would just look at the card, shrug, and toss it.

And it doesn't sound like a particularly dangerous piece of information -- not her bank account or some such. Quite random.

I wouldn't recognize my bank account number.

On raisins: Lil' Pete's favorite T.