If It Wasn’t For Bad Luck …

Posted Jan 11, 2006 by Vidisha Priyanka

Updated Jan 11, 2006 at 03:25 PM

2006 started on a good note, then did a U-turn for me. My car got broken into, my stereo and bag were stolen and I lost stuff worth $600. The thieves were kind enough to leave my umbrella and sleeping bag.

The Sheriff’s deputy dusted my car for prints and, after several minutes of CSI-like suspense, left me with a case number and an impression that maybe I will find something later if the thieves try to pawn off my things. Although I am one of those whose glass is always half-full, I am inclined to think that I am never getting my things back.

I mourn the loss of my address book, not because of the addresses in it, but because of a quote my father had written for me in that. I also mourn the loss of an antique watch, a reward for scoring high on a very important test in my life. I miss the assorted-songs CD that was stolen with my stereo. And I am mad about losing the stereo, something I had spent a lot of hard-earned money on.

I am uncomfortable about someone breaking into my car – a violation of my space. I am annoyed that I can do nothing more than just file a complaint. I keep going over the night before the break-in - what did I do wrong? I am uneasy about my apartment club manager’s response, which was, “Crime doesn’t see an address.”

Five days later, I lost my keys, was locked out of my car and apartment and had to borrow my sister’s car and stay the night with her. I had to request a ride to work from a colleague the next day. The keys were found and returned, thankfully.

I am glad that the thieves didn’t vandalize my car, I am glad I was not in it when they decided to break in, and I am glad no one else was hurt.

I also believe that my bad luck has all been taken care of in the beginning of the year - I should have an easier time of it now. That is some consolation.