So I'm sitting at my desk, the phone's ringing off the hook, and one of them is from boss man's girlfriend.
"How's the office?"
"Really? It was broken in to."
Um, huh? I had no idea. I did a quick scan of the office - all expensive stuff, i.e. the recording equipment, computers, CD drives, phones, and instruments are in place. Thom shows me the door - clearly jimmied. The dead bolt had been ripped out. Explains why we needed someone at the office.
3 cans of Milwaukee's Best and a Dell laptop from 1987.
Seriously? Why go to the trouble of breaking and entering for 3 cans of cheap beer and a useless laptop? I could think of so many other things to do with my time. Even as a homeless person. If you're going to break into an office full of expensive equipment, make it count.
I freakin' love music row. It reminds me of last summer. I was in a meeting toward the back of the building and didn't hear someone enter through the main entrance. My boss finally heard something and we walk back to my office. A homeless guy is standing in front of my desk.
Homeless Guy: "Can I sweep your parking lot?"
Boss man: "Well, we have someone that takes care of that. Thanks, I think you'd better go."
Homeless Guy: "Come on man, can I rake the yard?"
Boss man: "No, we're good thank you."
Homeless guy: "Can I get a drink of water at least?"
Boss man: "Sure."
We gave him some water and sent him on his way, only to find out later that he'd stolen a couple hundred dollars cash out of my purse (I was a waitress at the time... and carried a ridiculous amount of cash on me. I learned quick.)
Yeah, I work in the ghetto.