While my weekend was all relaxed and nostalgic, for reasons I can’t get into as I am requisitioning the story for a mate, who is by now hassling me cause of some looming deadline, my office was The Place To Be, it seems.
Faceless nameless people tried to get into our pretty sparse office on Wednesday night. This should make me kinda nervous as I am always one of the last to leave the workplace. I happily work late on my ace till any and all hours. I’m a night person. Strangely, I felt unbothered when I heard the news of the attempt.
They tried again this weekend. And succeeded. Damn straight they should have succeeded. They did cut a hole in our wall this time! Such effort at least deserves SOME reward.
Sadly for them, their reward was like getting only a lotto number or two. All they grabbed was one projector. Not even a laptop. Or tons of petty cash - that was taken when we had a mid-day burgarly months back now. Not even the condoms littering my desk. (I have noticed they did check out the dates of expiry on the government freedbies – 6 months left – how responsible of them!)
The “amusing” thing for me. Well, other than the gaping hole that was sawed into the drywall from the neighbouring offices. Is that my boss and I had an argument on Friday afternoon about where the safest place was to leave my laptop, passport, iPod and all.
I was leaving the office on Friday afternoon to head straight to Melville. First drinks at a mate’s place, and then dinner. My car would be parked on various roads the whole night. My boss reckoned my precious possessions were safer in the office. Oh please Champers, why are you taking the risk of Melville. One hopes to still have a car after a night out in that area!
I reckoned the Wednesday night guys would be back on the weekend, to have a field day amongst the cubicles.
I finally decided to put my passport in my handbag (which also is never safe in crowded drunken bars) and my laptop in my car, park my car in the EXPENSIVE parking, and hope for the best.
HA! It’s always so nice to be right.
To go back to a post from awhile ago – not having a space in which to leave your daily precious possessions is not normal or healthy.