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July 2nd, 2009 · No Comments

For the past few years, I have tried to become a gentler, kinder Kimmer. Try to let stuff go, not be so judgmental, accept people for who they are. I was stepped on pretty badly a very long time ago and therefore I haven’t given trust or friendship very lightly. I had set some pretty high standards, but I thought I was seriously improving…until yesterday.

I work in a law office, so I am around characters of all kinds every day. For the most part, it is pretty quiet around here, but there are times when the lobby fills up with a “questionable lot”.  Each of the four attorneys here has an individual agenda and unique clientele. One of them, is often appointed a Public Defender…hence the “questionable lot” of characters in the lobby. I’ve worked in the Public Defender offices as a college intern. I’ve stood inside jail cells and interviewed people in hand cuffs and orange jumpsuits. People don’t scare me and a jail cell isn’t so bad as long as you know you’re not the one being locked inside later (the smell is a little harder to get used to).

Point being, when there are people in the lobby, my first thought is not that I need to lock up the check books and hide my purse. I believe that they are there seeking assistance from the one guy that can truly help them and therefore his office would be the LAST place to cause trouble. BOY WAS I WRONG!

 It seems that no matter where you are, if you are of criminal means, any opportunity is a good opportunity.  

Two unsavory characters sat in the lobby while the actual clients were in a conference room. Two lawyers had come and gone for lunch, the third was in the conference room, the last was in his own office. I stepped away from my desk…they saw me take my cell phone and my cigarettes and walk out the door. They knew I’d be away for at least 5 minutes and as long as the others remained in their places, they had free rein. I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!

The characters stole the wallet out of my purse (thank goodness, that’s all they took). I noticed it gone the minute I returned, but because I didn’t want to judge someone, I kept trying to think of when was the last time I actually had the wallet in my sights… could I have left it at home? Did it fall out on the floor in my car? Could I have left it at the gas station? I think the second guessing yourself is the worst part. Then comes the blaming yourself. I shouldn’t have walked out of the office. I shouldn’t have left my purse under my desk. I should have known better than to leave people alone in the lobby.

Now, I know what you are thinking, how do I know for sure that one or both of these guys actually took my wallet? Because my hero Hubby came right over to the offices and started his bloodhound search of the premises. After about an hour of wondering around in the 90(+) heat, he found my wallet thrown about 30 feet into a wooded area along the driveway. Everything in tact except for about $20 cash.

The attorney acting as Public Defender has promised retribution (these two are NOT his clients). He says he will be seeing them in court next week. He says he will share with me his plans then.  For now, I have found a drawer that has a lock and key for my personal belongings and company check books. I will no longer give the benefit of the doubt nor assume anyone is above reproach.

It’s a shame really. I was definitely a nicer person there for a minute. Oh well.

Screw you and the horse you rode in on!

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