10 days in May (a retrospective)

We were broken into and robbed. Or to be exact, my love-struck sister forgot to check the door was closed properly, and some opportunist bastards from the neighbourhood walked in and helped themselves to our possessions. Bastards took the Wii and my laptop, and Hannah’s camera, which was full of photos of stuff she wants to sell on eBay and Nathan looking pious in the countryside.
I’ve been dealing with feelings of anger and insecurity, as well as dealing with the police, the insurance company and my sister, so I couldn’t be bothered to sit in the library and access the internet, so I’ve been unable to keep the blog going.
Bastards.
If I catch them I’m gonna carve out their kidneys and eat them.
I had to spend my holiday savings on a £220 netbook. Admittedly it only cost 75 quid from Dodgy Dave at The Feathers, but that doesn’t lessen the blow, financially or emotionally.
I may discuss the break-in at length in the future, but it’s still a bit raw at the moment, and a bit hard to put into words exactly how horrible, violated and exposed I feel, so I’ll leave it there for now.

Elsewhere during our break, one of the customers at work praised my telephone manner and asked if I’d like a job working in the call centre for his insurance brokers. I told him call centre staff were the spawn of Satan, and that insurance is basically a sham where you charge people an extortionate rate for protection against things that will almost certainly never happen, and then if they do happen, you find a way not to pay out anyway.
He said “Right. You could have just said ‘no, thanks.’”

RC 31-5-10