Sorry for the short radio silence. Again. But I have a good excuse this time. Well, bad for me, but still an excuse.
Thursday was an early work day for me. I picked E up just before 6:30am so we could take another spin at doing a course tour with the GoPro. In my car this time. You'd think that we would have realized that this really does need to be done on a bike bc towards the end you go the wrong way down a one way street. But it didn't occur to us until we were already half way done.
Anywho...bc of the early start, we finished work early for the day. I was looking forward to a nap, followed by some reading and tv. No real plans, just hanging out. But when I got home, I found this.
O.M.G. WTF. Someone broke into my apartment?!? My dumb ass walked into the apartment anyway, walked around a bit and realized what a disaster it was in my bedroom and closet. Complete mess. Then, not knowing what else to do, I walked over to my leasing office. They were nice enough to call the police for me.
Now, you're not supposed to go in to your place until the police get there. I could have waited in the office, but with my door being broke open, I really wanted to be over there. So I wandered back over and started calling people. I was doing ok until I called my Mom. That's when the tears started. Then I talked to one of my cousins, and he pointed out items I should look for and make sure they weren't stolen. K was awesome and came over and hung out and waited with me for the cops. Boy was it hot out.
So the cop finally shows up after about 90 minutes and we went inside. At first I hadn't really thought anything was missing. My flats creen, new DSLR and laptop were all still in the apartment. But then I realized that my two of my purses were nowhere to be seen. :/ Two watches that had been on my nightstand were also missing. And omg my passport was in one of those bags! I had just used it as my carry on, so I lost quite a few travel pieces too. You know, the things that got stolen, whatever I can replace them. But my passport with all my stamps and visas, that's disappointing.
The cop asked if there was anything else I noticed, but I'd only been inside for like 15 minutes. How could I know? So he finished and left and I started to clean up. I went to move something and saw that they had taken most of my expensive booze! I sprinted out the door and after the cop and he added my alcohol to the list. I was really proud of my bar. Geez.
Maintenance came and fixed the door and then K was nice enough to go to Chuy's with me even though she had plans later. E showed up for a drink too, but then it was time to go home. I just didn't feel like dealing with it, so I slept on the couch that night. I filed the insurance claim Friday morning and they said I would hear from the adjuster within 48 hours. In the meantime, I decided to wash everything they touched and started trying to figure out what else was missing.
It was not a good weekend for me. The list grew, but I think I have everything figured out. And my wash is almost done. Thank God I'd already planned on moving out at the end of the month.
Thursday was an early work day for me. I picked E up just before 6:30am so we could take another spin at doing a course tour with the GoPro. In my car this time. You'd think that we would have realized that this really does need to be done on a bike bc towards the end you go the wrong way down a one way street. But it didn't occur to us until we were already half way done.
Anywho...bc of the early start, we finished work early for the day. I was looking forward to a nap, followed by some reading and tv. No real plans, just hanging out. But when I got home, I found this.
O.M.G. WTF. Someone broke into my apartment?!? My dumb ass walked into the apartment anyway, walked around a bit and realized what a disaster it was in my bedroom and closet. Complete mess. Then, not knowing what else to do, I walked over to my leasing office. They were nice enough to call the police for me.
Now, you're not supposed to go in to your place until the police get there. I could have waited in the office, but with my door being broke open, I really wanted to be over there. So I wandered back over and started calling people. I was doing ok until I called my Mom. That's when the tears started. Then I talked to one of my cousins, and he pointed out items I should look for and make sure they weren't stolen. K was awesome and came over and hung out and waited with me for the cops. Boy was it hot out.
So the cop finally shows up after about 90 minutes and we went inside. At first I hadn't really thought anything was missing. My flats creen, new DSLR and laptop were all still in the apartment. But then I realized that my two of my purses were nowhere to be seen. :/ Two watches that had been on my nightstand were also missing. And omg my passport was in one of those bags! I had just used it as my carry on, so I lost quite a few travel pieces too. You know, the things that got stolen, whatever I can replace them. But my passport with all my stamps and visas, that's disappointing.
The cop asked if there was anything else I noticed, but I'd only been inside for like 15 minutes. How could I know? So he finished and left and I started to clean up. I went to move something and saw that they had taken most of my expensive booze! I sprinted out the door and after the cop and he added my alcohol to the list. I was really proud of my bar. Geez.
Maintenance came and fixed the door and then K was nice enough to go to Chuy's with me even though she had plans later. E showed up for a drink too, but then it was time to go home. I just didn't feel like dealing with it, so I slept on the couch that night. I filed the insurance claim Friday morning and they said I would hear from the adjuster within 48 hours. In the meantime, I decided to wash everything they touched and started trying to figure out what else was missing.
It was not a good weekend for me. The list grew, but I think I have everything figured out. And my wash is almost done. Thank God I'd already planned on moving out at the end of the month.
Oh no! I am so sorry to hear this. My apt was broken into when I was in grad school. It was 2am and I was up studying. Dude tried to come through my bedroom window. Crazy! My brother was in Iraq so he sent his buddies to come help me move the very next day. I went to the leasing office and they basically said, tough toe nails. So I calmly left, went to the bank and put a stop payment on the rent check I just wrote two days before. So far skipping out on the rent and the lease hasn't come back to haunt me. I hope you are able to work everything out and get a new passport easily.
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