And it's been a while
Those of you who care to keep up with the day-to-day workings of my existence already know how my life has been lately. I write here to recount the events of today. My day began at 6:30am, with the screech of my alarm clock. The sound was quickly silenced by a swift arm movement only to return 9 minutes later. I rose from my wonderful peace and after about 15 minutes decide to make an adult decision and ignore the commitments to my first two classes.
I awoke some time later of my own free will, a rare gift I assure you. As I perused the Internet for the latest happenings around the world I received a phone call from Kellie. We chatted a bit then made plans to have some lunch. I prepared myself for the day as she traveled to my habitat and we were soon out the door on our way. This is when the day got interesting.
As we approached my vehicle I went to open the door for her (something which we non-savages call manners) and this was when I noticed that all the contents of my glove compartment were strewn across the passenger seat. It was only a fraction of a second before my mind recognized what this surely meant, with a quick glance at the gapping hole where my stereo should be confirming my suspicion. ..Someone broke into my car.., I casually mentioned to Kellie. As of some unknown hour last night I am no longer in possession of my stereo, my cd's, my tools from the trunk of the car, and (most importantly) my Nikon F55 film camera. On a slight side note, can I honestly claim they are MY possessions anymore? How about, I am no longer in possession of what were my... But I digress. This is not the first time I have been subjected to the whims of a common criminal, though the first time, it could be argued, was partly my fault. It was I who left my window down, a virtual invitation to any unscrupulous individual(s) who may want to relieve me of my possessions. On the other hand, I believe there was little I could have done in this situation. I made my way to the driver..s side of the vehicle and checked for any signs as to how they entered. There was no forced entry necessarily, but I did find a bit of grease along the bottom of the drivers side window which was not there before; an indication that they used a tool commonly known as a Slim Jim to quickly pop my lock and rape the inside of my vehicle like a common gutter whore. And thus the story came together: late last night, at least one individual approached my car, popped the lock, and had easy access to what was previously mine. I found no other clues that would give me any more information as to who the person was. The assumption that it was someone who lives at my complex does come into mind since the car was only one in a row of vehicles situated behind the apartments, but this is only an assumption as I said and can..t really be confirmed except with the apprehension of the criminal. An apprehension, which, I am sad to admit, I do not expect.
The truly sad part of this tale is that I have lost my Nikon F55. It wasn..t the greatest camera in the world but it did hold a special place in my heart. It was the first camera I bought after I decided that I wanted to pursue photography as a career. It got me through my first photography classes and I took some of my favorite images with it. Since I replaced it with my D70 as my primary lens it has been slightly ignored, a fact which I recount with a twinge of sadness, but it was always there for me if I wanted it. Now it is there for someone else, doing things which I cannot imagine in the hands of people I will never meet. I hope whoever ends up with it puts it to good use.
If it sounds like I..m taking things well, or rather, that I am very calm about the situation, it..s because I am. What good would it do me to get angry and worked up over this? That won..t bring those things back. And in the end, that is all they are: things. Yes, I enjoyed them and they meant something to me. Yes, I am uncomfortable with the idea that someone violated what should be my personal space and my possessions. But this is a common crime which, as I mentioned, I have been the victim of before. These people usually get away with it; I have no illusions about that. I am not fortunate enough to be able to afford more then basic liability car insurance so there is no chance that I will be able to easily get these things back. But I shall rebuild, as it were, slowly over time. Those who know me know that I enjoy music a great deal so as soon as possible I will invest in a new deck. The many cd..s (around 64 I believe) that I lost will be slowly replaced by burned copies from the digital files I have on my computer. This is not the end people, this isn..t even a stumble in the course of my life. At best it is a hiccup, a slight misstep on my path. Who knows, when I go get my new deck I might also look into getting one of those electronic marvels of our age commonly known as a car alarm.
C'est la vie
I awoke some time later of my own free will, a rare gift I assure you. As I perused the Internet for the latest happenings around the world I received a phone call from Kellie. We chatted a bit then made plans to have some lunch. I prepared myself for the day as she traveled to my habitat and we were soon out the door on our way. This is when the day got interesting.
As we approached my vehicle I went to open the door for her (something which we non-savages call manners) and this was when I noticed that all the contents of my glove compartment were strewn across the passenger seat. It was only a fraction of a second before my mind recognized what this surely meant, with a quick glance at the gapping hole where my stereo should be confirming my suspicion. ..Someone broke into my car.., I casually mentioned to Kellie. As of some unknown hour last night I am no longer in possession of my stereo, my cd's, my tools from the trunk of the car, and (most importantly) my Nikon F55 film camera. On a slight side note, can I honestly claim they are MY possessions anymore? How about, I am no longer in possession of what were my... But I digress. This is not the first time I have been subjected to the whims of a common criminal, though the first time, it could be argued, was partly my fault. It was I who left my window down, a virtual invitation to any unscrupulous individual(s) who may want to relieve me of my possessions. On the other hand, I believe there was little I could have done in this situation. I made my way to the driver..s side of the vehicle and checked for any signs as to how they entered. There was no forced entry necessarily, but I did find a bit of grease along the bottom of the drivers side window which was not there before; an indication that they used a tool commonly known as a Slim Jim to quickly pop my lock and rape the inside of my vehicle like a common gutter whore. And thus the story came together: late last night, at least one individual approached my car, popped the lock, and had easy access to what was previously mine. I found no other clues that would give me any more information as to who the person was. The assumption that it was someone who lives at my complex does come into mind since the car was only one in a row of vehicles situated behind the apartments, but this is only an assumption as I said and can..t really be confirmed except with the apprehension of the criminal. An apprehension, which, I am sad to admit, I do not expect.
The truly sad part of this tale is that I have lost my Nikon F55. It wasn..t the greatest camera in the world but it did hold a special place in my heart. It was the first camera I bought after I decided that I wanted to pursue photography as a career. It got me through my first photography classes and I took some of my favorite images with it. Since I replaced it with my D70 as my primary lens it has been slightly ignored, a fact which I recount with a twinge of sadness, but it was always there for me if I wanted it. Now it is there for someone else, doing things which I cannot imagine in the hands of people I will never meet. I hope whoever ends up with it puts it to good use.
If it sounds like I..m taking things well, or rather, that I am very calm about the situation, it..s because I am. What good would it do me to get angry and worked up over this? That won..t bring those things back. And in the end, that is all they are: things. Yes, I enjoyed them and they meant something to me. Yes, I am uncomfortable with the idea that someone violated what should be my personal space and my possessions. But this is a common crime which, as I mentioned, I have been the victim of before. These people usually get away with it; I have no illusions about that. I am not fortunate enough to be able to afford more then basic liability car insurance so there is no chance that I will be able to easily get these things back. But I shall rebuild, as it were, slowly over time. Those who know me know that I enjoy music a great deal so as soon as possible I will invest in a new deck. The many cd..s (around 64 I believe) that I lost will be slowly replaced by burned copies from the digital files I have on my computer. This is not the end people, this isn..t even a stumble in the course of my life. At best it is a hiccup, a slight misstep on my path. Who knows, when I go get my new deck I might also look into getting one of those electronic marvels of our age commonly known as a car alarm.
C'est la vie