Well if you are a Facebook friend of mine you would have seen the lovely post where I spent an hour at the Virginia Beach City Second Precent waiting to regain some property.
But let me begin from well the beginning...
This week I worked Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday night. Got home Friday morning and did my usual; sleep. I admit I slept good. I didn't work again until Saturday night. So I drove to work Saturday night, parked in the garage and went to the back seat to get my work bag only to find it was MIA. Strange. I never take my bag inside the house (you know fear of bringing some random disease into our home). But HONESTLY I couldn't remember what I had done with it, just thought it was strange. Went about my shift then drove back home in the morning, checked the house. Still no bag. Strange. On my way to work Sunday night I got a blocked call on my way in. I never answer those calls; seriously who does?!? I listened to the voicemail. My bag had been found in a park and someone turned it into the POLICE! I was floored. At first I was like, it was STOLEN?!?!?!?! Then I was like cool I get my bag back, thirty-one bags aren't expensive but they aren't cheap. But then I was like how did they get my bag? So, I was like I must not have locked the car door after my three night run of shifts, my bad but cool I get my bag back. Then I was like OMG, someone who I do.not.know was ruffling through MY car. Enter freak out/feelings of violations/more freaking out/I feel like to get ADT on the phone NOW. I told the police I had to work that night but would get it on Monday.
Enter today...
There were a few things missing when I got it back. There were two things in my bag of value; one sentimental, one of actual value and BOTH were still in the bag. A heartbeat-in-a-bottle of the first patient I had the honor of helping pass and a $125 Bebe purse (there was nothing in it) but I guess the people who took my bag were not educated enough to realize the value of what they had instead they took a brand new toothbrush and a water bottle. Whatever; I got my bag, my purse and my heartbeat-in-a-bottle back. Still, I cannot shake the uneasy feeling of someone taking advantage of an opportunity as simple as an unlocked car door.
But, this story gets better.
So, I really wanted to know how the police found me and got my property returned. There were a few business cards in my work bag from various educators at the hospital who have managed my transfer to the ICU. The only item with my name on it was my critical care internship binder. That's it. No other identifiers. They contacted one of the educators who looked up my employee file and BAM they found me. They also contacted Jimmy because he was listed as my emergency contact and I guess because it all looked suspicious that my workbag was found in a park (and not me) they thought something had happened to me. How sweet...Thanks work, lady.who.found.my.stuff and the VB police for your concern.
So now my bag is in the washer, I've tossed the papers that are unsalvageable, my faith in humanity is discouraged but at the same time is heightened for person who did do the right thing and I am trying to regain a simple sense of security...maybe some wine will help.
Glad to have it back. I'm thinking I should now give her a name...
The only identifier...
My Bebe bag that they didn't take...idiots
Papers...destroyed
Heartbeat-in-a-bottle...glad they didn't take this
Destroyed ACLS book.
All in all. I know this really isn't a HUGE deal. No one was hurt. No windows need to be replaced. And the thing that really mattered to me got back to me; I really could have cared less if they had taken the bag it was the heartbeat-in-a-bottle I had hoped hadn't been lost upon finding out my property was stolen. There is my silver lining.
Moral to me = Lock the damn car door.
Moral to you = Lock the damn car door.
Note to the thieves = I hope you are brushing your teeth with that nice new toothbrush you went through all that trouble to get.
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