Theivery

I went down to the mail room this morning to pick up my package, and the guy in front of me was told to open up his package and inspect it. Seeing as how the war has just started, I assumed that they were checking for bombs or something. (In retrospect, that’s a pretty dumb way of checking for bombs.)

When it was my turn to pick up my package, I was also told to do the same. I opened up my box, but saw nothing but a CompUSA receipt and peanuts inside.

It turns out that some person(s) decided to break into the mail room this weekend and go Christmas shopping. I got my hard drive stolen. It was supposed to be a “slick deal”, too. At least I wasn’t one of those poor people who had their laptops stolen.

They were pretty prepared for this heist, too — they brought thick tape with them so that they could open and reseal everything, taking anything they wanted in between.

The detective at the mail room didn’t know who I should go to for reimbursement. He suggested that I go to my RHD and to Kelly Quad’s RHD (since the mail room is located in Kelly Quad.

Oddly enough, he was more upset than I was. I guess the hard drive was something that I wasn’t really expecting (since it took so long to ship), so the anticipation had kind of worn off already. Then again, he had to deal with cases worse than mine, like stolen laptops.

I also felt very secure, thinking that there would always be someone to protect me. The first and most obvious target would be the school, since they have a history of reimbursing people for stolen property. Next would be my credit card company. As a last resort, I could always beg CompUSA, seeing as how they are a pretty big company. Of course, this is under the assumption that big companies don’t want to upset any of their customers and will go under the policy, “the customer is always right.”

I wish people were more considerate sometimes. Stealing from your fellow students. (I’m assuming that they are also students.) Shame on you.