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Thursday, January 05, 2006

oh go and tell the king that the sky is falling in when it's not (maybe not)

So. I leave work at about 17:15 to get to football. Late, late, late. Stop to put contact lenses in and then run to car and drive to the 5-a-side centre. Surprise surprise, no one else has paid for the pitch, so I hand over my card, have a quick chat with Darren behind the counter and then run off to get changed. Play game. Score good goal past Lord B off my shin on the volley, but otherwise get soundly beaten (God bless the "next goal wins" rule though, eh?). Shower. Change. Go to car. Stop on the way home to buy handwash for the bathroom. Lord B is following. The plan is to drop off my car and then head back into town with Bargs to go a leaving do (Rufus-Fan is taking a year off and today was her last day in the office... hurray!) Park car. Open boot and reach in for bag. Pick up football bag. Where the hell is my shoulder bag? It's not in the damn car. Did I leave it at work somewhere? It's possible I could have left it in the toilets when I put my contact lenses in. I don't remember carrying it out to the car. There's no one there and no bag. It's not at my desk. It's not in the toilets. It could be in Lost Property, but reception is shut. Shit. It looks like I've got to spend the whole night worrying about this. Maybe I had better check at the 5-a-side centre. I ring them up. Anyone handed in a blue shoulder bag? No, but we have had a number of cars broken into today. Uh oh. Wait a minute. The boot was shut. The lock wasn't forced. Perhaps when I shut the boot it bounced and wasn't shut properly? No. Surely not. Oh. They've drilled through the lock on my passenger side door. Bollocks.


So. I've been robbed.

On the down side, this means that my bag has gone. This contained my work laptop (and all the data that was on my laptop and nowhere else), my iPod (my baby!), the Mont Blanc pen that C. gave me when she was working in Amsterdam, my glasses and contact lense stuff, my memory key, a pile of work stuff and the bag itself. On the plus side, they didn't take the nice leather jacket that was sat with the bag and they left all the CDs and bit and bobs that were in the car....

And you know, at the end of the day it's just stuff.

I'm trying to be philosophical. Yes, it will be a massive pain getting my car fixed up. Yes, I will be inconvenienced at work for a few days. But that's about it really, isn't it? Have I lost anything that really matters? Really?

I suppose I don't have to worry about the scratches on those glasses anymore, eh?


**onehandclapping *onehandclapping *onehandclapping *onehandclapping**


  • At 11:49 pm, Blogger LB said…

    It's just stuff. Stuff that can all be replaced, albeit with some inconvenience. It wasn't personal (as judged by the eight other break-ins) - it's just one of those modern day crappy things that sometimes happens.

    Not that this makes it alright, of course.

    but the iPod, now that I am with you on. That's a tough item to be relieved of.

    For what it's worth, I thought you took the whole episode pretty well, to be honest. A philosphical attitude is clearly better than getting all worked up about it.

    Well done (or something).

  • At 11:52 pm, Blogger Alecya G said…

    I'm so sorry! Let me know if there is something I can do.

  • At 12:18 am, Blogger Del said…

    Oh no! That sucks. As already said, good you've taken it well, and not gone crazy. I lost my Mp3 player recently, and that hurt a lot. Hope the insurance is generous.

  • At 12:32 am, Blogger HistoryGeek said…

    Strangely, it's always the invasion of my space that bothers me the most in these instances.

    And of the bits that do get stolen, its the errata that bother me...when I had my bag taken from a house I lived in, I missed most the shell necklace I'd made and some other random stuff that was more about memories than value. Of course, the biggest loss from that ended up being my identifying information which, over 10 years later, is still being messed with.

  • At 12:50 am, Blogger the urban fox said…

    Blimey, those thieves picked a good car to break into (from their point of view)... what a haul.

    Really sorry to hear you're having to deal with this. What a hassle, and how unnerving it must feel. Hope your insurance replaces the goods quickly. Sounds like your outlook on it is very serene though, good for you.

  • At 1:14 am, Blogger Rufus fan said…

    Oh Shit.

    I wondered where you might have got to - especially as we only discussed it at lunchtime.

    The reality was never one of the possibilities which entered my head.

    You sound remarkably more clear-headed than I would have been in your situation. Gits.

    Would lending you my work laptop help in anyway? Give me a shout if I can do anything (but make it after 10am, ok?!)

  • At 6:22 am, Blogger Aravis said…

    I'm so impressed by how well you're taking this, ST! I know I'd be a mess in your position. I hope it all works out somehow!

  • At 8:08 am, Blogger Di Gallagher said…

    Awwww... shit!

  • At 8:47 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    well..now you have an excuse to go out and upgrade to a 60G iPod with video...


  • At 9:38 am, Blogger Mark said…

    goddamn motherfucking cocksuckers

    (though there's nothing wrong with being a cocksucker of course, I wish more people were, however, it does seem to fit the insult construction correctly).

  • At 10:47 am, Blogger Le moine perdu said…

    You know, you've just gone right up in my estimation, Tone ;)

    I laughed at your 'on the down side' part, thinking, So what's the up side? But of course, the up side is that you're now able to recongise that you're in a position for being robbed to be just an inconvenience, rather than a life destroying thing that takes years to recover from, as it can be to some people. And you can be grateful for that, and it's always nice to feel grateful for one's own life, eh?

  • At 1:13 pm, Blogger Flash said…

    Mate, that sucks donkey balls!

    I would cry for a minimum of รจ years were my pod to suffer such a fate.

    I'm filling up just thinking about it. You have my sympathy.

  • At 7:39 pm, Blogger Jenni said…

    I'd like to think that were it me instead of you, I would handle this the same way. However, the truth is that I would be pissed and my blog entry would have been more along the lines of "WHAT THE F IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?"

    I hope you get everything that is replaceable replaced as quickly as possible.

  • At 2:21 am, Blogger Erika said…

    Why on earth would they steal prescription glasses? Is there a big black market for people with exactly your prescription? "Psst... psst... you got anything in a -3.5?" "Well, I just might, young sir, I just might... What'll you give me?"

    When Lord B told me last night, I actually cried aloud "his iPod!"

    Poor ST. A rotten thing to happen to a very nice fellow. Here's hoping for a stellar insurance payout at least.

  • At 1:57 pm, Blogger Ali said…

    Oh no.

    I don't believe this shit.

    You are the 4th person in the last month I know who has been robbed.

    The main thing really is that you are OK. Really.

    ((((huge hugs))))

    And like Spinsterwitch said - re. ID info. If you had your National Insurance card in there, make sure you tell the Inland Revenue about it...

    ...it's still happening to me, too.


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