Work/Thievery/JJ in New Beginnings

My psuedo vacation is almost over. My office has almost finished with renovations, so I’ll be back in a cubicle on Tuesday. I’m going to miss not driving to work every morning. At least I’ve finally figured out a commuting route that is consistently 35 minutes. It’s involves a lot of backroad travel, so I’m constantly moving. The drive feels short, even if it isn’t.

The next time I move, I think I’m going to set up cameras to observe the potential buyers of my current home. I think one of my condo buyers might have been a cleptomaniac; random stuff was missing when I unpacked, and none of those items have turned up. I had a cable adapter for one of my computer’s peripheral devices - gone. A part to one of my lamps, the part that secures the lamp shade, is also gone. I also had a booklet of stamps in one of my desk drawers that was mysteriously gone after I unpacked. I can understand taking stamps because they’re immediately useful, but why on earth would someone take those other two items?

I know I sound paranoid and that the more reasonable theory is that I lost them, but I know I didn’t do so. For one reason, I don’t have a lot of things, I didn’t have a lot of moving boxes, I was present for the move myself, and all my boxes were accounted for. Also, that that adapter was connected to a cable I wasn’t using in one of my drawers. I have the cable, but not the adapter. I would not have disconnected the adapter for any reason, yet I have one but not the other. With my lamp, one must unscrew the lightbulb to take that particular part, and I didn’t disassemble the lamp to move it. It wasn’t until I moved it to my truck that I noticed the shade wasn’t secured. As for the stamps, well, the stamps are immediately useful. I might as well have left five dollars on the counter.

I don’t know why this is coming to the forefront of my mind right now. I just watched an episode of Gilmore Girls on Netflix. It was the one where Logan visits Rory’s grandparents for dinner, and Lorelai catches him pocketing her mothers sewing box, presumably just for the thrill of being bad and the amusement of being antagonizing. Now, I imagine some smug little wretch going through my drawers, giggling to himself “I think I’ll take this, that…hey stamps! He’ll wonder what happened to his stuff and be annoyed. I’m so cute and funny!” Maybe you think I’m over reacting by being irritated to losing some inconsequential and replaceable things, but I originally bought them because I was inconvenienced by not having them, and since I paid for them honestly, I have a right to not be aggravated. I certainly have a more valid right to be aggravated than he or she had a right to take them.

I’ve completed the Gracie Combatives course at my Jiujitsu academy. I did a private review class on Friday morning, and I’m ready for my blue belt test. I was hoping I could test before this Saturday, which is the day of the promotion ceremony. If I can’t test until afterwards, I’ll have to wait until May to receive my blue belt. Officially, I’ll still be a blue belt, and I’ll still be able to attend the more advanced classes, but it’d be nice to not have to wear a white belt. I’d also like to take the test while the pointers I received from my review lesson are still fresh in my head. My instructor only had two corrections, and he expressed faux concern that I might make a 100. The current record on the test is 97 and held by Marvin, one of the academy’s employees. He’ll spin around on his eyebrows while spitting nails if someone beats his record. So sad, but one day someone is going to make a 100. I really hope it’s me.

Last updated November 15, 2015