A crime statistic, again!

The first time my office was broken into was in 2000.

The glass door was smashed, a couple of computers were stolen, a camera and some cash. The police were called, fingerprints were dusted, pictures taken and when they finally left, one of the staff noticed 2 boxes of new and unopened floppy disks sitting on her desk was gone.

A few years earlier, my apartment was broken into while I was at work. I distinctly saw that a branded leather wallet was lying on my bed with the contents taken before the police came by. Three guys came in, and while one was talking to my husband and me in the living room, the other two went around the bedrooms to dust for fingerprints. After they left, my wallet was nowhere to be seen. *!&@*#^!!

I don't know which one upset me more, the fact that I lost some precious items including a much loved pair of diamond earrings given by my dad or the disappearance of my wallet in the presence of the police.

And no, I didn't hear anything at all from the police after the report was made in the above two incidences.

And today, it happened again.

My first floor office was broken into last night. The office above me was not spared either. I later found out that the burglars went on a spree last night, getting into almost all of the offices in the whole block.

This time though, nothing seems to have been taken. Well, nothing that I could detect up to now. The old computers are still there, all the other office equipment are there. Since I don't keep any cash in the office, I guess they left empty-handed.

But these idiots left one heck of a mess behind.

The glass door was cracked. The electronic key-pad was cut and yanked from the wall. The padlock on the iron grill was hacked off. The wooden front door was hacked and rendered unusable.

This time around, I didn't call the police. No prizes for guessing why.

I have enough of a headache already.

And as if to add more drama to my day, mom started to act up again this morning. Anyone out there wants to adopt a mom?