This last Friday I came outside to go to work to find this.
Some punk had broken into my car and stolen my backpack.
In my backpack was a textbook and my laptop.
I lost it, started to cry, called my mom, went and woke John up, called work to say I was going to be late, called the police.
By 8:30am, the day had already been too long and a crappy one.
I reported everything stolen, while John called the insurance.
The window only cost $140 to replace so it wasn't worth making a claim, but the things taken were worth it (we thought).
I got a call from the insurance yesterday and they told me that after depreciation, my items weren't worth more than my deductible.
SUCKS. Lesson learned. The hard way.
After I called my mom, she called my dad, and then felt bad for me. So they sent me flowers. My mom was sneaky about it and called cute Britton that I work with, who told her how to get the flowers to me, and they were delivered to me at work. Such a cute surprise.
And by the way, to all of you who keep making comments about how stupid I am to leave my laptop in my car; do you think I don't feel like an idiot already? I don't need you to bring it up over and over again. So, you can shut up.