Your Ex-Roommate Haley Update
Oct. 3rd, 2013 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jamesqhere is part two of the saga (part one is here). If you were paying attention to Facebook yesterday, you'll already know the short version.
I was pretty paranoid yesterday after confronting Haley about the thefts, so I drove to work and used the presence of my car to check up at the house every couple hours of so. I was pretty steamed and I had some dim thought that I'd catch her in the act of walking out of the house carrying the television set or something. No such luck.
Around three in the afternoon it occurred to me to go buy a camera for the house. I was still entertaining the thought that she'd pay me back and stick out the remaining 30 days to the end of the month. But having her stay for a month, and trusting her for a month are two different things.
I drove up to Costco and ended up buying a camera that I can use wirelessly (not really a hidden camera per se as it lights up like a Christmas tree when it's on). I had intended to just buy that one thing at Costco, but ended up buying ALL THE THINGS instead. Sigh, that's the way it goes with Costco.
Returning home I tossed my new swag onto the bed and stopped for a moment. A horrible idea had occurred to me - half my coin collection is next to the jar of change on my dresser. I turned to check and sure enough, it was gone too.
My coin collection is simple - I collect one coin, the 1973 RCMP commemorative 25-cent piece. Why that coin? No reason other than it's quasi-rare but still turns up randomly in circulation. I have over 300 of them. Or rather, I had over 300 of them. Now I have exactly 160 of them (four rolls, that were separate from the ones sitting in the tube on my dresser). And that's when I got really mad.
Seriously, those coins probably weren't much more than face value (mint ones are about $1.50 each, but I doubt I could get that for them if I took them to a dealer), but I'd be surprised if the person who took them even paid attention to what they were other than "stack of quarters". All told they were probably "worth" forty bucks. And I'd been collecting them for over twenty years. What the fuck is wrong with some people?
Now my mood had changed from "give me all my stuff back and you can stay until the end of October" to "give me all my stuff back and I might let you stay the night".
And then I thought "fuck it, I'm calling the cops".
Eventually the cops came and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nosarious and I made our statements. The cops took notes. Odds of me getting back my jar of change or my coin collection? Basically nil. Chance of Ger getting back his two iPads? Slim, but not nil. He told them the serial numbers and apparently all the local pawn shops check these during the mandatory thirty day hold on such things. If someone tries to pawn his iPads in this city, he'll likely get them back, but that's a lot of assumptions about what someone might do with two iPads.
The cop agreed to talk to Haley and anyone she names as being with her the day the stuff got stolen, but unless someone says "hells yes, I'm guilty as sin", nothing much will happen. Still, I had to try.
As an aside, we were discussing Haley's age/appearance.
The stress of the day and having to make a report to the cops, I took a walk to calm down. I returned and went to bed. During the night every little noise from upstairs woke me up (it was the other upstairs roommate, not Haley).
This morning I got Always Affordable Locksmiths to change the locks. They were quick and efficient and it only cost about $100. Thanks guys.
And then I pounded on Haley's door - on the off chance she was there - to kick her out. She wasn't. So I proceeded to stuff all of her crap into a heavy duty garbage bag. Pretty much, unless I knew it was mine (the ton of dirty dishes that had been moldering for god knows how long. Some of my DVDs) it got stuffed into the bag. Clothing mostly, but also her pillows and all of the garbage. I have no idea if she wanted to keep that half-full and month-old cup of Starbucks - she can make that decision herself when she opens the bag. I kept the recycling and the 65 cents in change I found. The greasy rabbit vibrator went on top, surrounded by a giant ball of hair.
I washed the hell out of my hands.
Finally I went to the local pizza joint where she said she worked. It turns out that she hasn't worked there in two months. I have no idea where she is, aside from not in my home. Her bag of crap will sit in the garage until November. If she gets in contact with me, she can have it back. There's nothing in the bag worth the $1500 + lost property to me. If she doesn't come back for it, I'll triage the bag and send anything valuable to Goodwill. Goodwill doesn't need to deal with her moldy Starbucks cups, I'm sure they get enough nameless horrors as it is. The latter is, I think, much more likely.
I wrote a nasty note to put into the bag for her to read. I decided to crumple it up after writing it. Apparently I just needed to write it out, not actually "send" it.
Ms. I-call-you-creepy-every-chance-I-get and Mr. Entire-room-is-shin-deep-in-garbage were bad tenants. Haley White was worse. Aaaaaand I'm done, unless I hear from her, in which case I'll let you know the further adventures of Deadbeat Girl.
I was pretty paranoid yesterday after confronting Haley about the thefts, so I drove to work and used the presence of my car to check up at the house every couple hours of so. I was pretty steamed and I had some dim thought that I'd catch her in the act of walking out of the house carrying the television set or something. No such luck.
Around three in the afternoon it occurred to me to go buy a camera for the house. I was still entertaining the thought that she'd pay me back and stick out the remaining 30 days to the end of the month. But having her stay for a month, and trusting her for a month are two different things.
I drove up to Costco and ended up buying a camera that I can use wirelessly (not really a hidden camera per se as it lights up like a Christmas tree when it's on). I had intended to just buy that one thing at Costco, but ended up buying ALL THE THINGS instead. Sigh, that's the way it goes with Costco.
Returning home I tossed my new swag onto the bed and stopped for a moment. A horrible idea had occurred to me - half my coin collection is next to the jar of change on my dresser. I turned to check and sure enough, it was gone too.
My coin collection is simple - I collect one coin, the 1973 RCMP commemorative 25-cent piece. Why that coin? No reason other than it's quasi-rare but still turns up randomly in circulation. I have over 300 of them. Or rather, I had over 300 of them. Now I have exactly 160 of them (four rolls, that were separate from the ones sitting in the tube on my dresser). And that's when I got really mad.
Seriously, those coins probably weren't much more than face value (mint ones are about $1.50 each, but I doubt I could get that for them if I took them to a dealer), but I'd be surprised if the person who took them even paid attention to what they were other than "stack of quarters". All told they were probably "worth" forty bucks. And I'd been collecting them for over twenty years. What the fuck is wrong with some people?
Now my mood had changed from "give me all my stuff back and you can stay until the end of October" to "give me all my stuff back and I might let you stay the night".
And then I thought "fuck it, I'm calling the cops".
Eventually the cops came and
nosarious and I made our statements. The cops took notes. Odds of me getting back my jar of change or my coin collection? Basically nil. Chance of Ger getting back his two iPads? Slim, but not nil. He told them the serial numbers and apparently all the local pawn shops check these during the mandatory thirty day hold on such things. If someone tries to pawn his iPads in this city, he'll likely get them back, but that's a lot of assumptions about what someone might do with two iPads.The cop agreed to talk to Haley and anyone she names as being with her the day the stuff got stolen, but unless someone says "hells yes, I'm guilty as sin", nothing much will happen. Still, I had to try.
As an aside, we were discussing Haley's age/appearance.
"How old do you think she is?", asked Constable N.Now Constable N is looking at both of us with a raised eyebrow.
"I'd say late-thirties, maybe forty."
Ger looks at me like I'm nuts. "I'd say she was about 22."
"I guess I suck at judging ages", I say.Maybe she is that young. If so, she's had a rough 22 years. Also, don't smoke kids.
The stress of the day and having to make a report to the cops, I took a walk to calm down. I returned and went to bed. During the night every little noise from upstairs woke me up (it was the other upstairs roommate, not Haley).
This morning I got Always Affordable Locksmiths to change the locks. They were quick and efficient and it only cost about $100. Thanks guys.
And then I pounded on Haley's door - on the off chance she was there - to kick her out. She wasn't. So I proceeded to stuff all of her crap into a heavy duty garbage bag. Pretty much, unless I knew it was mine (the ton of dirty dishes that had been moldering for god knows how long. Some of my DVDs) it got stuffed into the bag. Clothing mostly, but also her pillows and all of the garbage. I have no idea if she wanted to keep that half-full and month-old cup of Starbucks - she can make that decision herself when she opens the bag. I kept the recycling and the 65 cents in change I found. The greasy rabbit vibrator went on top, surrounded by a giant ball of hair.
I washed the hell out of my hands.
Finally I went to the local pizza joint where she said she worked. It turns out that she hasn't worked there in two months. I have no idea where she is, aside from not in my home. Her bag of crap will sit in the garage until November. If she gets in contact with me, she can have it back. There's nothing in the bag worth the $1500 + lost property to me. If she doesn't come back for it, I'll triage the bag and send anything valuable to Goodwill. Goodwill doesn't need to deal with her moldy Starbucks cups, I'm sure they get enough nameless horrors as it is. The latter is, I think, much more likely.
I wrote a nasty note to put into the bag for her to read. I decided to crumple it up after writing it. Apparently I just needed to write it out, not actually "send" it.
Ms. I-call-you-creepy-every-chance-I-get and Mr. Entire-room-is-shin-deep-in-garbage were bad tenants. Haley White was worse. Aaaaaand I'm done, unless I hear from her, in which case I'll let you know the further adventures of Deadbeat Girl.
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Date: 2013-10-03 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-03 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-04 01:57 pm (UTC)You didn't manage to get any identifying information about her? Photo of driver's license, or anything official? Useful for finding her later if required. IE, lien on property/vehicle or some such.
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Date: 2013-10-04 02:26 pm (UTC)I just found out she's been out of work for two months and Telus just sent her a pay-up-now-or-lose-your-phone letter. I figure she'll be turning tricks in another two months.
There was no lease, so I don't have any legal options, and she's got barely more than the clothes on her back so it's not like she has anything of value I could seize.
Nope, it's all gone. I'm taking this as a valuable lesson in limits.
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Date: 2013-10-04 05:38 pm (UTC)Better luck with your next roomies. :-)
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Date: 2013-10-03 08:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-03 08:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-03 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-10-03 11:33 pm (UTC)Cheers.
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Date: 2013-10-04 12:49 am (UTC)