so I got robbed.

yea. that happened.
just a regular old thursday. I ventured home from work at my normal time. stopped by sobey's to pick up stuff for dinner and returned home. the front screen door was open. not totally out of character since it has a hard time latching in the cold. but the deadbolt to my main entry door was unlocked. I swore under my breath and determined it was my stupid landlord who lives upstairs coming in through my door again and forgetting to lock it. but as I made my way downstairs to my apartment door I noticed it was open about 4 inches. these are the things that you see in movies, where people pause and wonder if someone is still in there and get all cautious. in real life you think about your cat and slam open the door without any regard for your personal safety, because you need to make sure your cat is unharmed and that she's still inside. turns out no one was in there. if they had been, I was in such a rage about finding my cat that if someone had been in there, they would have been killed by the look on my face alone. she was alive, unscathed. in fact, I'd be hard pressed to think she even woke up during the ordeal. the pro list of being totally deaf.
strewn about my living room was the contents of a lock box that was not mine (later determined to be my landlords from upstairs, raising the question - who breaks into a house, goes upstairs, steals shit, then brings it back downstairs to rummage through it? idiots. crack heads. idiot crack heads.)

my bedroom faired the worst of the damage. having seen the theifs rummage through my entire dresser, all my cloths scattered everywhere. my memory boxes torn apart and thrown casually around the room. smokey's cat food dish and water cup were kicked over and the contents thrown all over the place.
my oilers piggy bank, where I have been tossing in bills and coins since getting it for christmas - gone.
the stack of winning lotto tickets I had saved since christmas and literally just signed that morning but forgot to take with me to work - gone.
my Galaxy note tablet and charger - gone.
both my work and two personal laptops, my shitty but sentimental acoustic guitar, my overly expensive investment guitar, my tv, my playstation, my movies and games and every other electronic in my place? somehow, NOT stolen. seriously! all my valuable shit is still sitting here. I'm typing on my laptop right now! couldn't believe it. neither could the police. who in true edmonton fashion showed up 4 hours after they were called. they made up for it though, by being so caring and understanding and compassionate that I had a hard time not wanting to hug them.
forensics showed up at midnight. no prints to be found. no blood was shed. they had smashed in my spare bedroom window with a shovel so there was glass everywhere. the officer was surprised there was no blood.
all in all I lost about 150 bucks worth of stuff. I got the tablet for free. I'm not out anything except the day off work I took to get my place cleaned up and you know, losing that whole sense of security.
I guess I'm supposed to feel vulnerable and scared and powerless. but I feel the exact opposite. like I'd be glad if those fuckers showed up again, because I would make certain that they understood the meaning of vulnerable and scared and powerless.
truthfully, I feel grateful that my cat is ok and that I'm ok and that they didn't steal my whole lifetime of writing. plus it's a kick in the pants to get the fuck out of this place, which I have hated since day one. so I'm getting a condo! I go see it on monday and if I liked it, it's mine.
the universe gave me the shittiest birthday present imaginable, but I'm going to take it as it giving me the shittiest present with the best possible outcome instead.
and that's all I have to say about that.