Mail Thief

People are stealing my mail. I have had two packages stolen out of the little glass lobby in the front of my apartment building over the last four days. One was taken while we were away in Maine and the other was taken sometime today. This revelation was not how I wanted to end my Tuesday. Now I’m going to have to see if the company I ordered the stuff from (NFL Shop) will send me my order again. I guess I’ll have to spend the extra money on FedEx because my neighbors simply can’t be trusted.

My superintendant had the most amusing response. “I’m not allowed to touch it,” he kept saying, when I called up to let him know what was going on. I didn’t fucking expect him to touch it. I wanted him to put up a notice or something, letting the other tenants know that there was a thief in our midst. That’s all. I hate that guy so much. There are a lot of other reasons. He is one thing I will not miss when we’re out of here.

Now I find myself wondering whether I have to worry about checking that my door is locked a couple more times each day. I already check it three or four times before I leave for the day and three or four before I go to bed at night. If they’re willing to steal my mail, wouldn’t they be willing to break into my apartment? Maybe I’m paranoid, but I don’t think its much of a stretch.

Oh well. Aside from a major case of the runs, today at work was busy and went fast. I got my reading done, though not as much of it as I would like because of the chaos going on in my gastrointestinal tract. I’m not sure I’m going to get any more done because I’m falling asleep while trying to read now and I don’t even know if I’ll make it through to Queer Eye at 10.