It was all the talk in motions court this morning.
Yesterday was spent waiting for the police to come to my office following a massive series of break-ins in our office building.
I’d known something was up when my secretary called to tell me they wouldn’t let her in the building on her arrival, but I was unable to get to the office for a couple of hours. When I did come, my office doors stood open, the furniture was all askew, there was a two-foot-square hole punched through my wall into the next office… I was horrified.
The police had come and gone by then, so we had to put in another call to catalog our losses. Like the other offices, we had lost unusual items, while more expensive things were left alone. The thieves missed a digital camera, a DVD player and TV, computers, other office equipment–but they took stamps. Lots and lots of stamps. And envelopes with my return address on them. And a box of pennies, but left the quarters.
All day, we prowled the office looking for explanation. Much discussion revolved around whether the culprit might be one of our opposing parties, who in domestic matters, often act irrationally and can be dangerous. Could one of those people have been in the office? Was there more damage we had yet to discover? Would they be back?
Just as many people say in these situations, it left us feeling violated and unsafe. Vulnerable. Who’s watching our offices for a weak spot? Did someone trash the other office to distract from a larger crime in ours? Or vice versa? (I obviously read/watch too much crime drama.)
So it was apparently good news that they caught the woman–woman?!? That was a shock in itself considering she kicked through two walls. Nonetheless, she was not familiar to us and seemed to have obvious motive for her random spree. The buzz is that she didn’t act alone, but so far she’s the face of the problem. For our purposes, we don’t have to worry that this was aimed at us or at our clients.
The building owner came and changed the locks before I left yesterday and even swept up the drywall mess himself. The Cabana Boy took off work early and came home to help out. So we’re back on track again.
All the same, there’s a lot more looking over our shoulders, and attention paid to strangers. We’re a little jumpy. The world is a little less friendly today. And that’s a shame.