AvsGirl41
New Yorker
Tonight, when I was at Park Meadows, I noticed my wallet was missing out of my purse. I thought had been especially dingy that morning, because I had taken my wallet out to put my financia aid check in...it's so typical of me to leave the wallet sitting on my bed and my purse downstairs. So I didn't freak.
But after I tore my house apart I did. I realized there was just no possible place it could be, but I still thought I must have lost it somewhere--my purse is always spilling--and I never let it out of my sight.
And then I realized that was not true. I had stuck it under one of the desks at work, but had switched desks. And that someone *had* been back at that desk, a stranger. A stranger I allowed to use the phone, did not keep an eye on and who was acting very suspiciously. I burst into tears and started cancelling my credit cards, my debit card--which sure enough, had been used at 3 gas stations. And worst of all, a financial aid check that is over $300 because I was going to cash it...not to mention my driver's license and Social Security card. This could haunt me forever.
I just feel so sick, used, stupid. It was so dumb not to watch this person, when it was obvious they were a grungy, weird person--I try to be non-judgemental and look what happens. And it was so retarded to forget my stuff was there. It was insanely childish to switch desks anyway just so I could look out the hallway. The campus police WARNED us of the growing theft problem, with people taking stuff from under desks just like mine.
It makes me cry to think of my stuff (even something like credit cards and my new wallet) being handled by some filthy thief. And the havoc they can wreck on my life--what if the school refuses to put a stop on my check? What if they steal my identity?I am just so freaked out and upset right now.
My dad is a cop. He says he will get the purchase records and track the person down. I will certainly be watching for them at school and perhaps they should hope my dad finds them first.
But after I tore my house apart I did. I realized there was just no possible place it could be, but I still thought I must have lost it somewhere--my purse is always spilling--and I never let it out of my sight.
And then I realized that was not true. I had stuck it under one of the desks at work, but had switched desks. And that someone *had* been back at that desk, a stranger. A stranger I allowed to use the phone, did not keep an eye on and who was acting very suspiciously. I burst into tears and started cancelling my credit cards, my debit card--which sure enough, had been used at 3 gas stations. And worst of all, a financial aid check that is over $300 because I was going to cash it...not to mention my driver's license and Social Security card. This could haunt me forever.
I just feel so sick, used, stupid. It was so dumb not to watch this person, when it was obvious they were a grungy, weird person--I try to be non-judgemental and look what happens. And it was so retarded to forget my stuff was there. It was insanely childish to switch desks anyway just so I could look out the hallway. The campus police WARNED us of the growing theft problem, with people taking stuff from under desks just like mine.
It makes me cry to think of my stuff (even something like credit cards and my new wallet) being handled by some filthy thief. And the havoc they can wreck on my life--what if the school refuses to put a stop on my check? What if they steal my identity?I am just so freaked out and upset right now.
My dad is a cop. He says he will get the purchase records and track the person down. I will certainly be watching for them at school and perhaps they should hope my dad finds them first.