**Warning, this is long. You really don’t have to read it if you don’t want. I just need to vent.**
I like to think I’m a fairly decent person. You know, treating my fellowmen with kindness and respect, doing good deeds, etc. I like to think I’m a product of my family, who likewise treats their fellowmen with kindness and respect, do good deeds, etc. I like to believe that there is some validity to karma. If I do good, good will be done unto me.
I’m beginning to lose faith in this mantra. What the eff is going on in my life the past three months???
Remember how our house caught on fire? You can read about it here. It was a bummer, but could have been worse. We figured the fire was a blazing for maybe five or ten minutes, tops. Scorched our utility room to smithereens, melted a water pipe and was extinguished. Flood and smoke damage and that’s it.
My family -> hotel.
Home -> under construction.
After two months of living in a hotel, the insurance company sent us backing back into our home. Yahoo! Right? Nope. It was far from done. They figured since there are three bedrooms upstairs, it was livable. I moved into my brother Brittons’ room… along with stacks and stacks of boxes, benches, mirrors, and other random contents of our home. Mike, my brother who also lives at home, moved into his friend Brandon’s home because there was no room for him to sleep in the other available bedroom (which was even more full of boxes, benches, mirrors and other random contents of our home). My parents moved into their room (lucky them!).
We’ve been living with ripped up carpet, a tarp for a shower curtain, mice infestations (darn workers need to learn how to keep the doors shut!), dust, no washer, dryer or ironing board and early morning construction. It’s taking fffffoooooorrrrrreeeeevvvvveeeeeerrrrrrr to get this place repaired. Not even kidding. The painters come in the morning and I think, “Oh sweet, they are painting today.” I get home and they painted the floorboards. Really? That’s all you accomplished ALL DAY? That’s bad enough but then the various workers keep messing up! So it takes them two weeks to do one job, and they did it wrong. Another week of nothing, then two more weeks to re-do the job the right way. I swear it shouldn’t take this long.
Let’s fast forward to yesterday, April Fools Day, mind you. Let me set the stage: We have been expecting to get all new carpet today and tomorrow. Our possessions are now crammed into the areas of our home with wood floors. Our front room is packed ceiling-high with boxes, benches, mirrors, and other random contents of our home. Our kitchen is also stacked up. Okay, so I just got side-tracked… back to yesterday. Around 5 I received a phone call from my momma asking if she knew where our computer went. “I thought it was in the kitchen?”
“Well, so did I but it’s not there. So, you didn’t move it? Do you know where the TV from my bedroom went?”
‘Uh… noooo. That’s missing too?”
“Yeah. I can’t get ahold of Mike though. He probably needed them for something. But wait, the blu ray player is in the garage? What’s it doing in there?”
“Do you think someone stole them?”
“I don’t know… I have no idea what happened.”
That’s the convo in a nut shell. I went back to work with my wheels turning trying to figure out where they could have disappeared to. About thirty minutes later it hit me, April Fools Day! She was totally pulling my chain! I called my mom back. “You’re April Foolsing me, aren’t you?!”
“What? Oh! You think Mike is playing an April Fools trick on us?!”
“No, mom. YOU are playing a trick on ME!”
“No, Cami, I’m not. I’m being completely serious. The computer and the TV are gone.”
They called the police and filled out a report. Talk about kicking someone while they’re down. The more I think about it the more sad/mad/confused/worried I get. All my pictures from the past four years: birthdays, vacations, friends, family… gone. All our personal information… gone. All our resumes, reports, projects… gone. Every picture I had of B… gone. Taken.
Who walks into someone’s house in the middle of the day?? Un-invited. Who walks into someone’s house and takes whatever they want? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Kinda makes me want to cry.
Kinda makes me angry.
Creeps me out.
So kids, I guess you should back-up your computers or some shiz like that. Something about hindsight being 20/20. blah blah blah… I just want my memories back.
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