No More Bad News!
I cannot take any more bad news here people! Since my last blog, my house was burglarized, my hours got cut by 50%, and subsequently I had to quit my dance classes 2 months before competition. So here are the details:
The burglary: On Monday 03/23, i get a call at about 11:15a.m. from my fiance that my neighbor just caught someone breaking in to our house and my fiance was on the way home and he just wanted to make me aware. Naturally, I left work that second to meet him at our house. A little background on that: my neighbor (a woman) works for the FBI and my fiance works for her husband. She had happened to leave her radio at her house that day and she was leaving her driveway (which runs behind our house) and she noticed that an unusual SUV was parked crooked and basically in our bushes. So she stopped her car on her driveway and watched to see who it was. Well not too long after that, they guy was either alerted that my neighbor was out there or he was just stupid and she sees him climbing out our window with a drawer of our stuff. Of course she knew that wasn’t right and called for the police to meet her out there. The burglar jumps in his car and speeds off out of our driveway with my neighbor close behind. He runs the stop sign at the end of our road, misses the slight curve beyond the stop sign, runs his car off the road to the right, over-corrects and looses control of his car and then flips the car as it takes out a big section of a business’s fence. Of course he didn’t stop there, he jumps out of the car while flashing my fiance’s pistol that he had just stolen and goes running into the woods. Not too long after there are swarms of police there to back up my neighbor who has been chasing him since he wrecked and ran into the woods. About this time I am arriving to the road that we live on from work. On my way en route to our house I get passed by no less than 2 state troopers on their way to the madness. I am freaking out as the troopers are passing because we live in the middle of no where and I know that they are heading to my area and are dealing with my situation. So I turn on to my road and a good half mile up the road I see pretty much ALL the county officers that there are in my county and 5 state trooper vehicles parked in some random house’s yard. I see officers all over the place with shot guns pulled and hand guns drawn. I proceed to freak out. I pass the house where all the officers are at to make it back to my house. My fiance is at the house where all the officers are and sees me passing and calls me to tell me not to go into the house in case they have to fingerprint. Well, I get there and see my bathroom window broken in and my bedroom window open with my curtains hanging out. My first reaction was to call for my dogs to see if I even hear them. I call and I call - nothing. This is the point when my heart stopped. My dogs are like my children. I’m thinking at this point that he killed my dogs. So I keep calling and calling, finally I hear the collar on my big dog start jingling and shortly thereafter I hear my Yorkie start barking. PHEW I could breathe now. My fiance calls me about this time to tell me that they have caught the guy out of the woods and that he has pockets full of jewelry and they need me to come over there and identify it. So I run over to the maddness and sure enough my jewelry drawer is in his wrecked car and my jewelry has been taken out of his pockets. I tell the officer to get the guy out of the car because I wanted to have a little chatty-poo with him. I asked the burglar what the hell I ever did to him that he had to come and break in to my house? He said “Aw man that was your house, man I’m sorry I will come out there and work it off, Im sorry. I gotta pay my light bill and my son needs dialysis.” I said “Well if you needed help, did you ever think about asking for it? I could have paid your light bill, you don’t have to rob me! Now your light bill isn’t gonna get paid, your son definitely isn’t getting dialysis and now he’s not even gonna have a dad because your ass is going to jail.” He just kept saying how sorry he was and I walked away and let the officer deal with his punk ass at that point. His name was Jervis Ricky Davis, Jr. and he was totally cracked out, high as a kite. I even think he had some on his face. Well it turns out that he had three prior felonies on his record and because he stole not only the pistol, which they never recovered but and entire bag of shot gun shells, which they did recover, he gets 5 years in FEDERAL prison for every shell he had in his posession. I don’t even know how many there were but it was something like 72 BOXES of shells. Maybe he can calculate the amount of years he’s gonna go away while his ass is rotting in jail. All he stole was my jewelry, my fiance’s pistol, and the shells, no cash or no electronics. I got the majority of my jewelry back with the exception of 2 pairs of diamond earrings which I only got one of each back, rendering them useless but hey whatever, the cops never found the pistol but they did recover the shells out of the car he wrecked. The whole thing was a nightmare because I already hate living where we do and now I can’t even feel safe in my own home.
As for my work: The executives of the company have decided to make major changes since our orders are down about 33% as compared to last year at this time. They are cutting everyone’s pay by either 10 or 20% depending on how critical your department is for the company. Well when it came to me, I was the only one they cut 50%!!!! Isn’t that basis for a discrimination claim? Unreal is the only thing I can say. The only good thing I will say for them is that they have worked out a way for me to keep my insurance because really a 50% cut would mean that I was ineligible for both my insurances and there is no way I can be without health insurance. I had planned to ask them to work a revised schedule in the fall if I get accepted to graduate school but this just jacks up all the planning we had made.
And last there is dance: Naturally when you are faced with the question of paying rent/insurance at 50% salary you have to look and see what expenses you can cut. Dance, for me is one of those unneccessary expenses that has to be cut. Well I call my dance instructor and what does she say, not I’m sorry, wow that is tough, nothing, she says: well see the thing is, now the girls will be disqualified if you don’t compete. If the numbers don’t match up they will disqualify us. You don’t want that to happen do you? I mean was she serious?!? I know she has a business to run but when it comes to paying my insurance or taking dance there is just no question!!! She just made me feel worse about a situation that was totally out of my control. I think the worst off all of it was dealing with her!
Despite all of that, I have actually kept my eating in line, I did have a bit of easter candy and this weekend I went a bit overboard but I snapped myself out of it and just kept reminding myself that eating badly is just going to make me feel even worse. So for now all I can do is keep my head up and hope for the best in the future. Hope everyone has been better than me!!
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