רּ (rĕsh)

I used to love Wednesdays.

For starters, I’m a Wednesday child (and btw whoever said that Wednesday’s Child is full of woe deserves a rightful knock on his already fractured skull). Seeing I work, I find it uplifting to know that when Wednesdays swing by, you know you’re already halfway through your work week and that the glorious weekend’s just around the corner.

My dance classes that I teach also fall on Wednesday evenings so you see, I used to love my Wednesdays.. until today that is.

It started out great. I started work at half past 11 in the morning and worked solidly til 2 when we had to go to town for a meeting. Got back at half 4 and worked right up to half 6. See the plan was to leave my consultancy work at half 6, teach dance at 7 to 8 and then have a lazy evening at home reading this book that was gifted to me by a client of mine as I’m off work til Saturday.

However did it pan out that way?

Hell no.

I left my stuff in the staff lockers to teach my hourly class and when I got back, I found that someone had stolen my phone.

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Yes my $800 Sony Ericsson V800 3G phone.

Now to those of you that are not in the know, I’m a phone whore. Aside from the ridiculously expensive price, my phone has all my txt msgs from my parents and friends from the last 6 years and people who know me, will tell you that I can’t live without my little toy (yes worse than my vibrator).

And tonight, some asshole had the nerve to go to the damn staff lounge and steal it from my locker.

So everything’s gone. Contact numbers from my friends and family abroad and here- the whole enchilada- and in the space of an hour.

So instead of vegging out and reading my book and lazing at home as I initially intended to do, I instead had to go to town to the central police station and fill out a police report. I called my phone co. and they’ve blocked my sim card. I’ve also got my serial number of my phone so tomorrow the motherfucker who took my damn trinket is going to get a rude awakening when he finds the phone well locked and dead.

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If there’s one thing I honestly cannot fathom is the nerve of people stealing stuff. Does it make you feel better, to know that you’ve taken something of importance from someone else? Especially when they’ve worked hard to get it?

I hate feeling victimized and part of me being upset tonight was not being able to do anything about it but lodge a stupid report so that my insurance would cover it.

Ask any of my friends. Like my dad, I can be pretty generous so to take something off me without my consent, really irked me tonight.

There’s rumours going around that it could be one of the staff members but I find it hard to believe cause I work with these people and I know them and to think that one of them could’ve taken my toy really depresses me.

Nyways I was incensed. Told staff that if anyone wanted to steal my things, they should try prying it off my freaking fingers.

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And that when I find the perpetrator that took my phone, you can be sure I’m gonna give him/her one hell of a beating.

I’m talking put-your-fucking-jaw-on-the-pavement-so-I-can-break-it-with-my-foot styles.

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And that’s exactly what I told the cops at the station.

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