I had a hard time concentrating at work Weds. Again, I was looking forward to getting on the water for the first time this year for the Wednesday Night Races. I got down to the shed, and found a strange lock on my shed. There was a tag telling me to call the shed's manager. One thing came to my mind - They didn't get my rent check. I was sure I wrote it out and sent it to them, but there's always this nagging thing that comes up in the back of my mind when these things happen. "Did I really write the check?" "Did I send it?" "Did they receive it?" "Did someone steal the check somehow?" I called the management and got an answering machine. Let them the pertinent information. I waited a few minutes, but had to response... The clock was ticking. Unless I could get this straightened out, the sailing was off. I got nervous about the fact I had sent the check, so I headed home to find the check register and confirm the check had cleared. I called my crew and let him know what was up. Again, no answer. Left a message. Called K. Again, no answer. I was feeling alone.
Got home, found the check book… Check 768- called the bank, confirmed it had cleared. Now I was steamed…
I went back to the park, and called Joe, and confirmed we were not sailing that evening.
Met Joe at the dock, and commiserated.
Later, after doing other things not of concern to this blog, I finally got a call and found that the shed had been burgled… I went to the shed and found the manager who had locked the shed down.
There were three power tools left in there that were gone. I took the lock from the trailer and used it to secure the shed. And home I went. Exceedingly unhappy that I had not only been gypped out of my sail, but that three power tools I had left in there only a couple of days earlier had been stolen.
I went to the police this morning, and filed a report. Apparently someone caught a guy there on Monday, took his license plate when he fled and called the police. I can only hope they catch the scumbag.