Burgled

Arriving a little late to work today, I unlocked the door, walked around the counter, and ... wait a minute. I didn't leave all these cabinets open. I didn't leave the office door open. The computer is gone! Oh no. My heart raced as I stood frozen, my mind racing through the info my eyes were taking in. It took a while to sink in, but I soon realized we were burglarized.

I walked slowly to my car and sat for a minute to gather my thoughts.

I called the city. They gave me the wrong # for the police dept. I called again & got the voice mail of the Chief's secretary. Finally I get the non-emergency number. I waited in the car for the police officer to get there. She looked at everything, made a mess with fingerprint dust, and gave me a property form to fill out.

But how do I get rid of the dirty feeling of being taken advantage of? My job is to provide recreational activities to the citizens of the community - and look what they do in return! I am quite frustrated.

Not only that, but I have to recreate hundreds of documents...after buying a new computer! AARGH! That is going to be a huge pain in the butt!!

So, I guess I need to get back to work (from my home computer) and actually attack the tasks at hand instead of complaining.

But venting did make me feel better.