We've been robbed (literally)
Jul. 13th, 2004 12:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kenjariYesterday someone broke into my apartment and stole several valuable things from Other Kenjari and I. I cannot write or talk about this without using some very strong language, so I'm using a cut for anyone who might not want such stuff blatantly displayed on their friends page.
It happened while Matthew and I were at work, so we're both okay. Okay but really angry and grumpy. The thief got in through our bedroom window, which was in fact closed. We can't remember whether we locked it or not, but that may not have made much of a difference because the locks on our windows are plastic and rather cheap. The thief stacked up cinderblocks in order to reach the window, which id about 9 or 10 feet off of the ground. The thief pushed the window open, moved the fan that was on the sill, and proceeded to steal my jewelry (opening and going through everything on my dresser). The thief also took our laptop and Matthew's brand new bike, as well as a spare backpack (we assume that was to carry the stolen goodds in). The thief apparently exited through the front door (it was unlocked when Matthew got home) and probably rode off on the bike.
Matthew gets home from work at around 3:30, well before I do, so he discovered all this. He called me at work and I went home right away (I took a cab to get there faster, and proceeded to vent to the very sympathetic driver).
Of course, we called the police and they came and did their thing. They were calm and professional, took a report, took some things for fingerprinting, etc.
Luckily, I had recently backed up all the important files (my music, papers, etc) from the computer because we were planning on doing some upgrades, so at least I didn't lose all my work. And we have insurance, so we will be reimbursed for the value of what was taken. And epilimnion has an old computer she can loan us until we figure out what to do about replacing ours. So we'll be okay.
The loss of the computer and the bike is a pain in the ass, but we can deal with it. But I am so angry about the jewelry. The fucker took everything of any value, but it's not about the money at all, because most of my valuable jewelry also has a great deal of sentimental value. This includes MY ENGAGEMENT RING! The fucker stole MY ENGAGEMENT RING! It also includes the necklace my parents gave me for my masters degree, and a couple of family heirlooms that I wore on my wedding day. Those heirlooms were supposed to go to my sister for her wedding day. One of them was one of the few mementos I have of my deceased godmother. And my engagement ring. I would rather the fucker had just stolen my checkbook, or all my cash, or the stereo, TV, and DVD player (or all of those things) than my enagagement ring and the heirlooms.
Often people who've been robbed say that they feel violated. I don't feel that so much as just plain violent. If I were to run into this fucker, I would beat him (or her) to a fucking bloody pulp. And that's just the beginning of the violent revenge fantasies. If the fucker was stealing for drug money, I hope the next batch bought is laced with battery acid. If the fucker is caught, never mind jail time. Just 20 minutes alone with me and my katana. I could go on, but it just gets worse.
Fucking hell.
It happened while Matthew and I were at work, so we're both okay. Okay but really angry and grumpy. The thief got in through our bedroom window, which was in fact closed. We can't remember whether we locked it or not, but that may not have made much of a difference because the locks on our windows are plastic and rather cheap. The thief stacked up cinderblocks in order to reach the window, which id about 9 or 10 feet off of the ground. The thief pushed the window open, moved the fan that was on the sill, and proceeded to steal my jewelry (opening and going through everything on my dresser). The thief also took our laptop and Matthew's brand new bike, as well as a spare backpack (we assume that was to carry the stolen goodds in). The thief apparently exited through the front door (it was unlocked when Matthew got home) and probably rode off on the bike.
Matthew gets home from work at around 3:30, well before I do, so he discovered all this. He called me at work and I went home right away (I took a cab to get there faster, and proceeded to vent to the very sympathetic driver).
Of course, we called the police and they came and did their thing. They were calm and professional, took a report, took some things for fingerprinting, etc.
Luckily, I had recently backed up all the important files (my music, papers, etc) from the computer because we were planning on doing some upgrades, so at least I didn't lose all my work. And we have insurance, so we will be reimbursed for the value of what was taken. And epilimnion has an old computer she can loan us until we figure out what to do about replacing ours. So we'll be okay.
The loss of the computer and the bike is a pain in the ass, but we can deal with it. But I am so angry about the jewelry. The fucker took everything of any value, but it's not about the money at all, because most of my valuable jewelry also has a great deal of sentimental value. This includes MY ENGAGEMENT RING! The fucker stole MY ENGAGEMENT RING! It also includes the necklace my parents gave me for my masters degree, and a couple of family heirlooms that I wore on my wedding day. Those heirlooms were supposed to go to my sister for her wedding day. One of them was one of the few mementos I have of my deceased godmother. And my engagement ring. I would rather the fucker had just stolen my checkbook, or all my cash, or the stereo, TV, and DVD player (or all of those things) than my enagagement ring and the heirlooms.
Often people who've been robbed say that they feel violated. I don't feel that so much as just plain violent. If I were to run into this fucker, I would beat him (or her) to a fucking bloody pulp. And that's just the beginning of the violent revenge fantasies. If the fucker was stealing for drug money, I hope the next batch bought is laced with battery acid. If the fucker is caught, never mind jail time. Just 20 minutes alone with me and my katana. I could go on, but it just gets worse.
Fucking hell.
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Ooof!
Date: 2004-07-14 12:38 am (UTC)