Catastrophe
Dec. 2nd, 2007 03:41 pmI believe my laptop and the backpack it was in have been stolen.
Right from the parking lot outside my apartment building, where I evidently left it by mistake after putting it down to open the car door, getting in and driving off. Leaving it there just long enough for someone to come along, spot it and decide this was their lucky day.
With all kinds of crucial personal information not only of mine, but of the Songbird's too, with which whoever got it, or gets it next, could wreak all kinds of havoc upon us both.
And to cap stupidity upon stupidity, I made the mistake of putting ALL my just-bought medications in the backpack with the laptop in it. So now those are gone, too. Over $270 worth of drugs I shall have to replace. (No, of course I didn't have renter's insurance. That would have been too sensible.) Plus my cell-phone charger, headphones, portable flash drive and assorted other accessories.
I am in the process of changing any and all passwords I can think of that might have been stored on the machine, and called the police. Sometime today, one hopes, an officer will come by to take the report.
Trying desperately to keep perspective; I know it's hardly the worst possible thing that could have happened to me. I still have life, limb, fair health, clothes and food and shelter, and gainful employment.
But nonetheless, I am still angry at myself and frantic. Please bear with me.
Right from the parking lot outside my apartment building, where I evidently left it by mistake after putting it down to open the car door, getting in and driving off. Leaving it there just long enough for someone to come along, spot it and decide this was their lucky day.
With all kinds of crucial personal information not only of mine, but of the Songbird's too, with which whoever got it, or gets it next, could wreak all kinds of havoc upon us both.
And to cap stupidity upon stupidity, I made the mistake of putting ALL my just-bought medications in the backpack with the laptop in it. So now those are gone, too. Over $270 worth of drugs I shall have to replace. (No, of course I didn't have renter's insurance. That would have been too sensible.) Plus my cell-phone charger, headphones, portable flash drive and assorted other accessories.
I am in the process of changing any and all passwords I can think of that might have been stored on the machine, and called the police. Sometime today, one hopes, an officer will come by to take the report.
Trying desperately to keep perspective; I know it's hardly the worst possible thing that could have happened to me. I still have life, limb, fair health, clothes and food and shelter, and gainful employment.
But nonetheless, I am still angry at myself and frantic. Please bear with me.