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quick update before I head to work on how horribly horribly BAD my weekend was.
walked to the bank before I headed out of town to deposit some tips and a paycheck, and got pick-pocketed. $300 worth - two weeks worth of tips - gone. So i had to put gas and smokes on my credit card just to get home. then it was bumper to bumper traffic on my way out of the city - it took two hours to get outside of city limits alone, and I narrowly missed getting involved in 4! 3+ car pile-up accidents.
home itself wasn't bad, not really. but it was really odd - I have my apartment front door buzzer hooked into my cell phone (so if someone rings my buzzer, my cell phone rings). the entire weekend at home, my buzzer kept going off, and if i answered it, no one would answer back.
then on the drive back to chicago, traffic was about 4x worse because it's Easter Sunday and they let all the old people out of the homes, and because it was thunderstorms the whole way back. I left about 3:30 this afternoon, and it's 7:30 now; i just walked in the door. It usually takes me about 2.5 hours. i get back to my apartment (after parking in the middle of the lake that is my street), and someone's tried to break in while I was gone. The door jamb is all chipped up by the deadbolt, which doesn't quite lock properly, and it appears that it was tried more than once (my forensic chem class coming back to me). which leads me to conclude that whoever was ringing my buzzer was testing to see if I was home, and finding out that I wasn't, somehow got into the building and to my apartment and tried to break in. luckily, they didn't succeed - it doesn't look like anything's missing or messed with. But that's really very scary for me. and after that pick-pocket episode, I am not amused with my luck right now.
Fuck, what a shitty weekend.
walked to the bank before I headed out of town to deposit some tips and a paycheck, and got pick-pocketed. $300 worth - two weeks worth of tips - gone. So i had to put gas and smokes on my credit card just to get home. then it was bumper to bumper traffic on my way out of the city - it took two hours to get outside of city limits alone, and I narrowly missed getting involved in 4! 3+ car pile-up accidents.
home itself wasn't bad, not really. but it was really odd - I have my apartment front door buzzer hooked into my cell phone (so if someone rings my buzzer, my cell phone rings). the entire weekend at home, my buzzer kept going off, and if i answered it, no one would answer back.
then on the drive back to chicago, traffic was about 4x worse because it's Easter Sunday and they let all the old people out of the homes, and because it was thunderstorms the whole way back. I left about 3:30 this afternoon, and it's 7:30 now; i just walked in the door. It usually takes me about 2.5 hours. i get back to my apartment (after parking in the middle of the lake that is my street), and someone's tried to break in while I was gone. The door jamb is all chipped up by the deadbolt, which doesn't quite lock properly, and it appears that it was tried more than once (my forensic chem class coming back to me). which leads me to conclude that whoever was ringing my buzzer was testing to see if I was home, and finding out that I wasn't, somehow got into the building and to my apartment and tried to break in. luckily, they didn't succeed - it doesn't look like anything's missing or messed with. But that's really very scary for me. and after that pick-pocket episode, I am not amused with my luck right now.
Fuck, what a shitty weekend.
