What in the hell is wrong with people??
I have had something absolutely shocking happen to me today. Or, it might have even happened yesterday or who knows when, but the end result was discovered today.
At around 11am, my building manager called me and said that he'd found a photo album in the garbage, with pictures of me and my family contained in it. I was confused, as I didn't have such a photo album here. "Oh, I must've thrown that out by accident," I said to him, now curious as to what was going on. "I'll put it by your door," he replied.
When I woke up an hour or so later, I opened my door and saw a purple photo album sitting there. I opened it up, and on the inside of the front my mother had drawn a star and written "STAR BIRTHDAY 23 Amy Louise Gravino March 23, 1983 3-23-83."
Immediately I realized that this had to have been part of my birthday package that they'd sent me. Also in the package was the second season of "3rd Rock from the Sun" on DVD, and some Girl Scout cookies. I'd been waiting for it all last week, checking the mailbox area every day, and it seemed that it still hadn't come.
Upon the discovery of the photo album, I realized that the remaining contents of my birthday package had been stolen.
I had called my building manager and left him a message on his voicemail, but that was a few minutes before I realized there'd been a theft. I phoned my parents to tell them about the photo album, and they confirmed that it'd been one of my presents, along with the DVD and the cookies.
After getting off the phone with them, I hurriedly ambled downstairs to have a word with my building manager. He came to his door with his phone at his ear, and we both laughed when he said he was just trying to call me. I explained to him about the package, and what else had been in it besides the photo album. He told me that there have been other thefts lately, too; some woman had her cat's $50 dollar flea powder stolen. He grew increasingly pissed as we talked, and he said he was going to write a nasty, angry memo to be distributed to everyone in the building. We looked through the garbage together, but found no trace of the cookies, the DVD, or the box that they'd come in. He told me he'd keep a lookout for the items and let me know.
So now I am sitting here, angry, upset, and very close to crying. I have never had anything stolen from me before. I have always felt safe in this building, and most every person I've interacted with has been nice, or at least cordial. I never expected something like this to happen. What upsets me the most is two things: One, that the thief must be someone in the building. The reason I know this is because the package was delivered and brought inside the building, to the mailbox area, and because the photo album was found in one of the dumpsters on the side of the building. A guest of someone wouldn't know where the dumpsters are, but a resident would.
The second thing is that I am just shattered by the idea that someone could so callously throw away a photo album like that. My mother and father must have worked for hours, going through all the photo albums at home to pick out the photos they put in this album for me. These images are priceless; they are reflections of the few happy times from my childhood, and of happy times more recent. I don't really care about the DVD and the cookies being stolen as much as I do about this album being thrown in the trash. To me that is just the most heartless, cruel thing a person could do. I guess people really don't listen to their consciences anymore.
At around 11am, my building manager called me and said that he'd found a photo album in the garbage, with pictures of me and my family contained in it. I was confused, as I didn't have such a photo album here. "Oh, I must've thrown that out by accident," I said to him, now curious as to what was going on. "I'll put it by your door," he replied.
When I woke up an hour or so later, I opened my door and saw a purple photo album sitting there. I opened it up, and on the inside of the front my mother had drawn a star and written "STAR BIRTHDAY 23 Amy Louise Gravino March 23, 1983 3-23-83."
Immediately I realized that this had to have been part of my birthday package that they'd sent me. Also in the package was the second season of "3rd Rock from the Sun" on DVD, and some Girl Scout cookies. I'd been waiting for it all last week, checking the mailbox area every day, and it seemed that it still hadn't come.
Upon the discovery of the photo album, I realized that the remaining contents of my birthday package had been stolen.
I had called my building manager and left him a message on his voicemail, but that was a few minutes before I realized there'd been a theft. I phoned my parents to tell them about the photo album, and they confirmed that it'd been one of my presents, along with the DVD and the cookies.
After getting off the phone with them, I hurriedly ambled downstairs to have a word with my building manager. He came to his door with his phone at his ear, and we both laughed when he said he was just trying to call me. I explained to him about the package, and what else had been in it besides the photo album. He told me that there have been other thefts lately, too; some woman had her cat's $50 dollar flea powder stolen. He grew increasingly pissed as we talked, and he said he was going to write a nasty, angry memo to be distributed to everyone in the building. We looked through the garbage together, but found no trace of the cookies, the DVD, or the box that they'd come in. He told me he'd keep a lookout for the items and let me know.
So now I am sitting here, angry, upset, and very close to crying. I have never had anything stolen from me before. I have always felt safe in this building, and most every person I've interacted with has been nice, or at least cordial. I never expected something like this to happen. What upsets me the most is two things: One, that the thief must be someone in the building. The reason I know this is because the package was delivered and brought inside the building, to the mailbox area, and because the photo album was found in one of the dumpsters on the side of the building. A guest of someone wouldn't know where the dumpsters are, but a resident would.
The second thing is that I am just shattered by the idea that someone could so callously throw away a photo album like that. My mother and father must have worked for hours, going through all the photo albums at home to pick out the photos they put in this album for me. These images are priceless; they are reflections of the few happy times from my childhood, and of happy times more recent. I don't really care about the DVD and the cookies being stolen as much as I do about this album being thrown in the trash. To me that is just the most heartless, cruel thing a person could do. I guess people really don't listen to their consciences anymore.