What a pain!
Exactly two weeks from today I received a phone call from my dad. Something that never happens so I knew I was in for an interesting conversation. "Amber do you realize that your personal belongings were found on a park bench in downtown St. Augustine?" he asked. I did not know what to think, that's weird. How did my stuff get there was what I thought right away. Some random guy called 411 to get the phone number to my old address which would be my parent's house. The guy told my dad he found a bunch of receipts, a bank card, my check book, and some other stuff scattered out all over the place and the last time he saw that it ended up being someone that was murdered downtown. Not the best thing to say to my dad. So my dad starts yelling at me because I left my purse on a park bench. We all know I would never do that. But his expectations of me are low as you can tell. Then I tell him well I just realized I don't have my wallet or purse but I had it yesterday. I went to the store at night to get a few things. I carried the bags in with my purse and set it on the kitchen counter and went to bed. So it was taken out of my house. My dad refused to give me the guys number that had my stuff because he didn't want me to go there by myself because he could have taken my stuff to meet me, rape me then murder me. So I didn't know what stuff exactly was missing, how it was taken or by whom. It was frusterating to say the least. a week later the guy dropped my stuff off at the police station so I went to get it. They felt there was no need for me to file a report although my purse, wallet, and roommates cell phone was stolen out of our house. Three girls live there...that's scary. One week has gone by and I don't know if someone is stalking me, trying to meet me, has broken into our house...nothing. They tell me I can't get my stuff for 4 days when the person in charge of evidence gets back. I convince them to file a report and they do only by the looks of things to get me off their backs. After he is finished he reassures me that a detective will come out to talk to me tomorrow. As of today nobody has talked to me about it. I came back last Monday per their request and hand them the business card with my case number on it and they tell me that the case number does not exist...sweet. Then they start laughing when they find out what cop worked with me...THE ROOKIE! Aparently they thought that was hilarious...me not so much. The whole process is a pain in the ass to be honest. I went back with the guy in charge of evidence and there were cats walking around the station (wtf?) My stuff was in a brown paper bag with red tape wrapped around that said evidence. It was stored with confiscated guns and drug parafinalia, so that's good. I open the brown paper bag and in it is a Win-Dixie bag with a bunch of receipts that were in my wallet crumpled up, random cards that were in there and my Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey. (An amazing book that everyone should read, I guess it wasn't the theif's cup of tea) I didn't get my purse, wallet, social security card, HS diploma, and two checks. I felt so violated and wanted to cry once I knew what stuf I would never see again. I begged to talk to a detective and he came to talk to me. I am concerned about someone stealing my identity but they just told me to get a new ss card. Work with me people! So a week later and nothing...
Everyone I have talked to has said it has to be someone in the house. All three of us were home plus my roommates boyfriend, and Stonie the dog. The theif did the following "illegidly":
Walked up our porch steps (very old, wooden and loud) passed up four sets of car keys marked with what car they belong to parked just across the street. Then they closed our noisy door that always makes Stonie bark no matter what (except for this case...weird) walked all the way up the wooden stairs, through the house passing up a $3,000 Flagler College camera amongst other valuable items. They proceeded through the house to the kitchen grabbed my purse, went into the living room that my roommate was sleeping in with the t.v. on and took the other roommates cell phone. Walked back through the house down the stairs, closed the door walked across the street to the museum and dumped my stuff. All without us hearing anything and Stonie not barking. Common sense says: Someone in the house did it. The jerk boyfriend who always needs money right? All signs point to him...I hope he is happy this has been a horrible two weeks.
I have to get a new ss card, notify all credit companies, stop payment on the stolen checks, close my banking account, open a new one, worry if I am safe living here. Thanks SAPD, YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!
Everyone I have talked to has said it has to be someone in the house. All three of us were home plus my roommates boyfriend, and Stonie the dog. The theif did the following "illegidly":
Walked up our porch steps (very old, wooden and loud) passed up four sets of car keys marked with what car they belong to parked just across the street. Then they closed our noisy door that always makes Stonie bark no matter what (except for this case...weird) walked all the way up the wooden stairs, through the house passing up a $3,000 Flagler College camera amongst other valuable items. They proceeded through the house to the kitchen grabbed my purse, went into the living room that my roommate was sleeping in with the t.v. on and took the other roommates cell phone. Walked back through the house down the stairs, closed the door walked across the street to the museum and dumped my stuff. All without us hearing anything and Stonie not barking. Common sense says: Someone in the house did it. The jerk boyfriend who always needs money right? All signs point to him...I hope he is happy this has been a horrible two weeks.
I have to get a new ss card, notify all credit companies, stop payment on the stolen checks, close my banking account, open a new one, worry if I am safe living here. Thanks SAPD, YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!