Crawling slowly down the path

[hrj]

The number of active things I can do on the burglary-recovery front is winding down. I've sent off for all the relevant replacement documents (except for the passport, which I need the duplicate birth certificate for); reported the hazard to all the relevant financial and credit-reporting institutions; started things in motion with the insurance company. Today I made the rounds of the used-jewelry dealers at the local flea market and handed out flyers with the description of my stuff and pictures of highly similar pieces from on-line. I have one more local used computer store to hit tomorrow when it's open. Also a list of the nearest pawn shops. Also today I reconstructed my financial spreadsheets from the most recent backup and the hard copies. (I lose the most recent details of cash expenditures, but no biggie.) Now I just need to crawl out of my depression. It's easy to see how people can fall into really hard-nosed attitudes about "law and order". There's a part of my brain that keeps up a constant rant about "why do I work hard at an honest job when all my nice things just get taken away from me by lazy scum and what am I paying taxes for when the police don't do squat except take reports?" Yeah, easy to see which direction the slippery slope goes. So instead I just settle for being depressed and daydreaming about communities where you don't get blamed for it being your fault you got robbed because you hadn't made your house sufficiently fortress-like.

Yesterday at Collegium was nice. The socks classes seemed to go off well -- a bunch of people went away with medieval socks patterns (and a process for drafting other styles), and the A&S judging workshop got exactly the mix of people I was hoping for and seemed to be useful. Afterwards I went out with a dinner party to celebrate the 30th birthday of vittoriosa's sweetie and enjoyed excellent food and stimulating conversation. I like stimulating conversation. Other people can have the loud music, the excessive alcohol consumption, the fluffy silliness. Give me a handful of folks who are as eager to listen as to talk and who have something intelligent to say on any subject at hand. Now that's a party.

Comments

[patsmor.livejournal.com]

Do you have a copy of the face plate? They recommend in that little document that comes with them these days that you make a photocopy of the page with your picture and all the data on it. Nominally that can help you get a replacement. (It's also a precaution when you're overseas, so you can get a replacement if it's lost or stolen. I also leave one with my admin, one with Jen -- that way if _I_ get lost or stolen they have a picture ;-) )

Glass half full.

[lapioggia.livejournal.com]

On the positive side of things is that aside from family jewelry, the toys most important to most of us (research books, art projects, family photos, etc) are likely to be totally ignored by burglars. (Now that we live in the days of automated offsite computer backup systems - yay!!!)

And I like to at least pretend that the police are off looking into the finger-print side of things & working hard for you even if you can't see it.

I know that beyond the loss of your nice things, and the complete hassle of dealing with all the document & card replacements, there's also the ick of having your home violated, but I'm just glad you weren't there when they came through, so I'm looking at this from the "better than the alternatives" perspective...

[hrj.livejournal.com]

Getting the replacement isn't really a problem other than the time involved. Having a photocopy of the stolen one wouldn't really make any difference. Maybe it would be different if I were in a big hurry, I dunno.

[patsmor.livejournal.com]

True enough.

[green-knight.livejournal.com]

≶Hugs>

If you can see the slope, you're not on it. And it's somewhat mislieading to think that you haven't done _enough_ to protect yourself, because there's only 'enough' in context, and you only find out that it wasn't when the system fails.

It's not your fault, it's not the fault of the police, it's the fault of the bastards who did it. And it's not their fault that you've lost something you treasure, although they'd probably have taken it if they had known about it; they took 'a safe' regardless of what was in it.