It's Just One of Those Days...
Wednesday was a good day but the night was a bit different. I laid down around 11:30 p.m. after finishing up some homework. Lola, my eight month old daughter, was fussy and fighting her sleep. My wife and I let her cry it out. When I finally crashed it was probably 12:30 a.m. or 1. I had to be up early for work so I set my alarm for 4 a.m. or so I thought. When my alarm went off it was actually 3 a.m. I tried to go back to sleep but it didn't happen. I got up, picked out my clothes and got ready. I took my time since I had to be in at six. That day I had to appear in court for a 9-1-1 call I took a while ago. Court is never fun. It takes forever and the majority of the time you don't have to take the stand. You end up sitting there for a while and they let you go. If you're not working that day, you can come out with a couple hours of overtime pay. It's that easy! So when I finally left for work it was around 5 a.m. I turned the outside light on and walked outside. I stopped for a moment as I noticed that the dome light was on in my car. It looked as though my wife's GPS was gone. I walked towards my car and the door was open. I looked inside and it was gone. My glove compartment had been emptied and the contents were thrown everywhere. My wallet was still in the console, thank god, and nothing was taken from it. I had to call for a police report since the GPS had been stolen and my bad day had begun.
My work day, however, was good but I had been called to be at court around 12:45 p.m. I had been told things were going fast and they would need me to take the stand around that time. I arrived and prepared. Court dragged on and around 2:30 p.m. I was brought down to a conference room across from the courtroom. There I sat with another witness until 4:30 p.m. At that time the other witness was brought in to testify. I was told that they were trying to get to me and to hang on. I was fine with it. I had no where else to be so I continued to read on my iPhone. Around 5:30 p.m. I got up to check and see if they had forgotten me. I looked into the first part of the courtroom and I could hear people talking so I went back to sit and wait. At about ten to six I got up again and checked. This time I went all the way into the courtroom only to find an empty room. Everyone had left for the day. I was pissed that I had been forgotten and not only were the rooms vacant but security was also gone. It wasn't enough that someone had stolen my wife's GPS from car, and it wasn't enough that I had to tell ZPD that the one time I forget to lock my doors, is the one time it gets burglarized. Why is that bad you ask? Well for the sweet irony that I am a 911 dispatcher who tells people every day to lock their doors when they're burglarized and I forget to do it myself. EGG ON MY FACE!
In the end I'm still a bit bitter about the whole day but everyone has to have at least one bad day right? It's the bad days that help us appreciate the good ones. Yeah...I'll stick to that train of thought for a while. I'll try and look on the bright side but for the person who stole from my car? You'll be caught soon enough. Had I caught you doing it, you would be walking funny because you would be missing a leg. Actually since you stole from me you would be missing your hands. That's how it was done back in the day right? So...if you live in the Zeeland, MI area and you know someone who recently came across a TomTom GPS XL 340.s and no packaging, please turn them in. It might just be the one that was stolen from me. There won't be a reward but if you count partaking in a thrashing as a reward then you'll be rich beyond your wildest dreams. Yeah, I'm not bitter at all. I'm also not a violent person so have fun with the GPS. I'm glad that bad day is over and today was an excellent day! If anyone wants to know how that day felt you can view the video below. Cheers!
(Thanks Limp Bizkit for this awesome gem!)