This blog, nearly five years old, was started in reaction to the carjacking which occurred on August 8, 2004. Back then I needed a place to vent, and today I use it for that purpose again.
I Always Knew It Was When And Not If
I am no fool. I know East Atlanta is an easily-accessible neighborhood surrounded by people of low morals who don’t give a fuck about anything but getting what they want, regardless of how they go about doing so. I have heard the accounts of many of my friends and neighbors who have had their lives disrupted by crime in the past five years so I was as prepared for this day as I ever could be.
Yesterday was a strange day even as it began. If you look back to yesterday morning’s Twitter/Facebook entries you can see that I was in no mood to get out of bed. Had I vacation days to spare I would have stayed home, but alas I went to work instead.
Because I’ve been a bit absentminded this week I had yet to perform my weekly data backup that travels off site. As I drove off from the house I played through the scenario of what I would lose if this were to be the day that my house was hit. Comfortable that no serious data loss would occur, even if my data drives were stolen, I continued my journey to the office.
My work day ended about 1pm when I received a call from my alarm company alerting me that they have received alarm signals for one of the motion detectors as well as the side door. I told the representative to send the police to investigate, but that I’d be unable to meet them at the house. But this incident felt different, this one felt real.
When I arrived home I found my kitchen door wide open, and called 911 to get the police to come out (for inexplicable reasons they were not dispatched by my alarm company) to the house. This is what we found.
That broken window is on the second story of the house and seems almost impossible to get to without the aid of a ladder. However, the robbers may have had a ladder. When I went into the den only to find my computer missing, I realized that the first attempt at entry was through the sliding door on my second-story (with no stairs) deck. The crooks were thwarted by my Rube Goldberg security system, but managed to find alternate entry through the kitchen window and exited from my kitchen door.
The computer is a loss. The thieves also absconded my Wacom graphics tablet. Thankfully, that’s all they appeared to take. In fact, they left my data drives on the desk. Sadly(?) I’ll make no insurance claim since I carry a high deductible and nothing else appears to have been taken. Why they didn’t want my 32″ tube television or broken XBOX360 baffles me.
Over the next few days I’ll assess my physical and emotional damage. Who knows, maybe I’ll start working on yesterday’s Bucket List sooner than I imagined.
With nothing more than the idea of a quick vent I posted a Twitter message announcing my bad luck. Within minutes I had an outpouring of concern and condolences from friends.
That reaction was amazingly heartwarming and words cannot express how grateful I am to all those who responded. A special thanks goes out to my friend John (aka HamWithCam) who came over quickly and helped me get a piece of plywood in place of the broken glass.
Anyone want to buy a nice fixer-upper in East Atlanta?
May your fortunes be better than mine.