Friday morning, while I was at work, someone broke into my apartment. The window screen was cut off the frame, then crawled in through the window. Danny was home, and asleep the whole time. In fact, they actually closed his bedroom door, then just went to town.
They took my iMac, my external hard drive, my MacMini, my PC laptop, all three of my cameras, my first gen iPhone, the Wii and about 20 games… but I’m still finding things missing, so there’s likely more.
Right around noon on Friday I got a text from Danny asking me if I took my computer to work with me. My stomach sank the second I read that and called him right back. He told me he had just woke up, went out in to the living room and saw all of my entertainment center doors wide open and wires pulled out. Then noticed my iMac was gone off my desk in my bedroom. Then he noticed the MacMini was gone too.
I raced home, frantically making phone calls to my parents, while Danny called the police. By the time I got to my place the cop was already there. The longer we stood around giving information the more and more I noticed was missing. My laptop, which was next to my couch. The Wii was gone, and the entire shelf of games was empty. In my bedroom my dresser was almost completely emptied out. Things from within my closet were all pulled out.
I gave a statement to the cop. He was very nice and probably did a lot to help calm me down. I already made a phone call to my insurance place to start the process of filing a claim. I’ve got some paper work to fill out for the police, gathering serial numbers and stuff like that. I should hear back from the insurance company soon, then I’ll have a lot of paper work for them, I’m sure. I’ve already started gathering receipts for some of my things. Thank the banana-god for Apple’s e-mail receipts.
My blog has also helped a lot. I was able to track down approximate purchase dates for my laptop and cameras. That will help when I go to Fry’s and ask them to print out a copy of a receipt for me, which is on my agenda for tomorrow.
As always, the front office of this complex were completely apathetic to my cause. When I went to inform them of the break in, I felt like I was just boring the girl I was talking to. She didn’t really seem to care, or want to know. I told them about the ripped window screen, and she said she’d get it fixed before the end of the day. Which never happened. So I went in this morning and tried again, was told the same thing, and it’s still not fixed. So I get to yell at someone tomorrow. Joy.
So for now, I’m just going through the motions. Outside of the shittiness of having my stuff stolen, it’s also a pain in the ass to have to deal with canceling all of my credit cards, and bank accounts. All of my financial information was on the computer.
I’m trying not to think about the files on the computer, to be honest. That’s where I’ll get really depressed. I’ve got photos going back 10+ years. I was working on an illustration for Emily’s birthday. Ugh… moving on.
And then there’s the on-going fun game of “Discover more things that are missing.” Last night I noticed my pocket knife is gone. That was a birthday gift from Todd. I didn’t even notice my 35mm camera was gone until I started this post.
So, that’s pretty much it for now. As much as I never want to leave my apartment alone again, it really sucks being here… because, well… there’s nothing to do. I had some junker PC machine under a table in the living room that they either didn’t see or decided it was too big to take. I’ve got it all set up on my desk, but it’s only good for digging through e-mails and other small things.
Every time I start to look for something to do, my first though is “Well I can download a few episodes of a new TV show and watch them… oh, wait. Nope.”
So, last night I binged on movies and wine. I watched The Fountain, Lost in Translation, and Hackers… and slowly tackled another bottle of wine. I went to bed around 3 or 4 in the morning… and slept pretty well.
It’s almost midnight right now… and I’m strongly considering a repeat of last night.
Goodnight Moon.
Keep me sane.
