Updating like an updating fool
My car got broken into last night at work.
I even saw the fuckers, a half hour before the end of my shift, through the slats of the fence surrounding the exercise yard. Saw them pull into the parking lot, maybe just turning around, except their headlights were off. "Hmmmm, that's weird," I thought.
It was only when I got in my car to leave that I noticed all the crap that normally lives in my glove compartment was now strewn over my front seat and floor, commingling with the glittering remains of my passenger window. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
Was it worth the effort? They got my wallet, the only contents of which I cared about were my debit card (immediately cancelled) and my driver's license (I hated my picture anyway). Plus a partially punched card from Panda Express, good for one free bowl of soup or one eggroll. LIVE IT UP. And my iPod, stuck in the pocket of my messenger bag and left in the car literally for the first time since starting the job. Oh, the cold, uncaring, almost hilarious statistical improbabilities. I wish I could have seen the look on their faces as they pulled it greedily from the bag, only to see in the light of day how it's all scratched and scuffed to shit. Yeah, HIGH resale value there.
They were thoughtful enough to leave my hat and gloves for the frigid drive home, as well as my employer's letter to the IRS which to me is worth about $2,000.
After calling my bank I called the police, who told me to file my report online. Naturally I remember nothing that would be remotely helpful in tracking down the perps except a car color and vague shape, but I had to try. The injustice and personal feelings of violation are almost too great to bear (but are proving too much for Tery, who has a liberal side helping of guilt to boot. She said I could quit if I wanted, but ironically now I need the second job more than ever to buy another iPod).
Thus I have to waste precious time this holdiay shopping season waiting for a replacement debit card, not to mention stress about getting a photo ID in time to board a plane in about 2 weeks. Ho ho ho!!
However, all is not lost. I know I swore not to overload people with adorable Frances pics but, well, this one makes me smile:
Yeah, she's having a really hard time getting comfortable in our house
I even saw the fuckers, a half hour before the end of my shift, through the slats of the fence surrounding the exercise yard. Saw them pull into the parking lot, maybe just turning around, except their headlights were off. "Hmmmm, that's weird," I thought.
It was only when I got in my car to leave that I noticed all the crap that normally lives in my glove compartment was now strewn over my front seat and floor, commingling with the glittering remains of my passenger window. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
Was it worth the effort? They got my wallet, the only contents of which I cared about were my debit card (immediately cancelled) and my driver's license (I hated my picture anyway). Plus a partially punched card from Panda Express, good for one free bowl of soup or one eggroll. LIVE IT UP. And my iPod, stuck in the pocket of my messenger bag and left in the car literally for the first time since starting the job. Oh, the cold, uncaring, almost hilarious statistical improbabilities. I wish I could have seen the look on their faces as they pulled it greedily from the bag, only to see in the light of day how it's all scratched and scuffed to shit. Yeah, HIGH resale value there.
They were thoughtful enough to leave my hat and gloves for the frigid drive home, as well as my employer's letter to the IRS which to me is worth about $2,000.
After calling my bank I called the police, who told me to file my report online. Naturally I remember nothing that would be remotely helpful in tracking down the perps except a car color and vague shape, but I had to try. The injustice and personal feelings of violation are almost too great to bear (but are proving too much for Tery, who has a liberal side helping of guilt to boot. She said I could quit if I wanted, but ironically now I need the second job more than ever to buy another iPod).
Thus I have to waste precious time this holdiay shopping season waiting for a replacement debit card, not to mention stress about getting a photo ID in time to board a plane in about 2 weeks. Ho ho ho!!
However, all is not lost. I know I swore not to overload people with adorable Frances pics but, well, this one makes me smile:
Yeah, she's having a really hard time getting comfortable in our house