02 October 2012

thievery

It was a good morning, despite waking up earlier than I wanted.  I got me and Cam dressed.  I made his lunch.  I helped him play some computer games.  I fixed us breakfast.  We almost had a meltdown about Camden wearing a coat, but then we agreed that he could wear his (lightly padded for warmth) rain jacket.  Got him out to the car with his backpack, homework, and lunchbox.  Buckled him in.  Opened the front seat..

And my wallet is laying out of my purse, with my driver's license next to it.

Huh?

My glove boxes are both wide open with all my papers thrown everywhere.

What?!

Our iPod is gone.

Fuck.

Last night Camden wanted to play outside, so I unlocked the car to get my hoodie out of the back.  Aaaannnnd.... I forgot to lock it.

Thankfully, the bleepity bleep(s) who broke in only took my iPod.  I didn't have any cash, and they didn't find my debit card.  I thought I had a book of checks stolen, but remembered when I was in at the bank that I had brought my checkbook into the house last week.

I went to the police department and filed a report.  I went to the bank to get a new check card (just in case).  I've locked my car.  I've hexed the person who stole it, may they be in a state of agony every time they lay eyes on what is mine!

I never thought this would happen... But people never do, do they?  I live in a small town.  I know of several people who never lock their car.  I lock mine every night.  Every night!  Except for this one time that I forgot.  How cruel.

It isn't even the loss of the iPod that gets me riled up... Just the thought that someone, ANYONE, could so violate another person's property like this.  My protection spells on my car have always been against physical damage: crashes and broken windows and the like.  Why would I think to protect it against someone just... opening the door?

I am on edge and slightly stressed out.  And frustrated.  And angry.  I was panicked before I went to the bank, but after I realised they didn't get any of my financial information, the panic subsided.

Even if, somehow, I get my iPod back (not likely, however much I curse them)... How can I get back the feeling of security?  The feeling of peace?  What was someone doing lurking in the freaking dark around my house (which is in a private-ish area)?  Are they looking in my windows, too?  Did they try my door?  They looked at my license.  Do they know my name?  Will they come back?

Why didn't they take the charger, too?






2 comments:

  1. A couple weeks after we moved into our house (which is a sort-of bad part of town in the midst of reform) my car was broken into. The window was smashed - thankfully, the car was a junker but they took my grocery cart money and tossed my business cards around. I felt so VIOLATED. The thought of someone touching my stuff, looking at my stuff and knowing my name. My immediate reaction was to back everything back up and move!

    We're still here and 8 years have passed with no other incidents - it took time before I felt sure and I double and triple checked the car door locks.

    Be safe and I'm so sorry you had to experience this!

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  2. Sorry to read this.

    You'll jsut have to come to terms with the fact that you will never be 100% safe, no matter how much we all want to believe this. There will always be incidents, and if you let these take away your sense of, "Screw you, I am still living my life!" - they win.

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