Break In

On Friday morning, Mea and I packed ourselves up, and left for work/school like we do every other work/school day.  Locked the doors, scampered out to the car, running around like usual.

Friday night was the Father-Daughter dance at school.  Mea was so excited.  She and her Daddy had color coordinated their outfits, they were going to eat and dance with her friends.  As we pulled in the driveway and walked to the front door she was yammering at me about all of these things.

I stopped at the mail box, pulled the mail out of the box, and opened the screen door.

I found the front door wide open. In a bit of shock I stepped in and noticed our “technology basket” in the middle of the floor tipped on its side and empty.  I looked up and noticed that the sliding door to the back porch was standing open, looked further still and could see where the door to the back porch stood slightly ajar with splintered wood all around where the door had been forced open.

I started to panic, I pulled out my cell and called 911.  They told me to take Mea and go wait in the car.  When my husband came home, he said that he and Mea were still going to the dance, and that we needed to get in and get her ready to go.  I made sure that no one touched anything, I took the first look into my bedroom.

All of the dresser drawers were pulled out and dumped on the floor.  Clothes were everywhere, they had been through my closet and had pulled all of my purses out and searched through them all.

All of my jewelry, with exception of the things I was wearing, and a few pairs of earrings is gone.

My husband’s diamond wedding band, is gone.

All of Mack’s baby jewelry is gone.

All of our watches.

Four of my Coach bags.

Two Coach wallets.

Mea’s DS.

Two camera’s and our video camera.

Two bottles of cologne, and two bottles of brand new perfume.

A box with Mea’s “Nana necklace” in it.

I don’t even know what else.  I am finding odds and ends that are missing here and there with each day that passes.

I am starting to feel like the universe is out to get me.

I am serious.

We have insurance.  I keep trying to tell myself that it is just stuff.

But that stuff was mine.

And so many things had memories attached to them.

I am just sick.

My great great grandmother’s cameo.  It is little.  It is probably of no value what-so-ever, but all of us have worn it pinned to the inside of our wedding dresses as our “something old.”  My guess is that it is in a dumpster somewhere.  Which makes me even sicker.

Now we will have to find something to replace it.

I was pleasantly surprised by a few things on our insurance, but it seems like it’s going to take a lot of work to prove that I owned this stuff for twenty-plus years.

I am just glad we were not home.

I am also pleased to tell you all that we are the proud owners of a security system.  I hate that it is something that we feel that we “have to” have, I also have decided that as soon as it is economically possible that we will be moving.


Bloggling Eighteen Patience Addition

Just going to get right into it.  Here we go.

  • I accepted a job offer on Wednesday morning.
  • There is a lot of room for advancement, however it may be a pretty significant cut in pay.
  • If the monthly bonuses pan out the way the managers said they would, but not for four months, it could be about the same as what I was making.
  • They also mentioned that people move up quickly in this department.
  • During my second interview, the Senior Manager asked me many questions about my management style.
  • I had a first and second interview this week for a job doing basically the same thing that I was doing before.
  • This one should pay the same, if not more, than what I was making at the old place.
  • The hiring manager is making a decision today.
  • I am on pins and needles, and I don’t really know what I would do if I were offered this second job.
  • Hard to decide if the cut in pay would be worth it in the long run, or if I should just go on and do what I have always been doing.
  • The other thing with the potential job, is that I would be co-workers again with someone who I not only do not like, but cannot stand.
  • She is a liar.
  • When she was my boss for six months, ten years ago, and she was/is a total nut job.
  • The saving grace is that she would not be my boss.  I know how to deal with her.  I know not to trust her with any information, or believe a single thing she says.
  • She is that bad.
  • I found out about the job because my Uncle is one of her clients.
  • I applied and interviewed without mentioning her name at all.
  • She is the type that if I had, she would say that she got me the job, and hold it over my head.
  • I would rather do this on my own merit.
  • I feel like this is going to be a hard decision.
  • I am not a patient person.
  • It has taken over a month for the first company to interview me twice and make me an actual offer.
  • Second company said they would call today, and I want them to call right this minute.
  • I have been staring at my phone since I woke up at 5:30.
  • I cannot will it to ring.
  • This pisses me off.
  • Either way, I am happy to get back to work, and to get out of this house.
  • Now, I can do a few things with some of our savings that I have been hoarding.
  • Like buy a new sofa.  (Ours is shot.)
  • Because of new sofa, we also need to buy a new kitchen table that is more user-friendly.
  • No more eating in the living room.
  • Ever.
  • As a “Yay, you finally got a job” present to myself, I bought myself a new Coach tote (for my planner, water and lunch) and a Coach ID badge holder.
  • I have thought about changing to an iPhone just so that I can have a Coach phone case.
  • I won’t because I like my phone, but it is a bit tempting.
  • I am a dork.
  • I really didn’t spend too much.
  • Coach Factory is just way too tempting.
  • My obsession with shoes has turned into a handbag obsession.
  • Mea has a sleepover tonight, and we are going out for a nice dinner to celebrate my employment.
  • It has been a long fourteen weeks.
  • I am so glad that it is over.

That’s it kids.  I’ll let you know when I hear about potential job number two.