In which Camp Swear-a-Lot earns its name

I was having a good morning. Got up, got ready, had time to make a proper breakfast before heading off to work and our monthly meeting and the usual crap-ton of follow-ups that awaited me.

And then I got to my car.

Some motherfucker broke into our car and stole the fucking stereo. There is glass everywhere. There is a stereo nowhere. They did not steal the other CDs in there but that is probably because they could not find them. I now owe E a new Lady Gaga CD because I had taken it and was listening to it last night. I cannot get to work and did I mention it is supposed to rain all afternoon? And that we can't use our garage due to it being over 100 years old, decrepit, and having both the original hooks for horses and a giant pillar in the center preventing cars from parking in it?

They stole my fucking stereo. Again. A few years ago they stole it out of my old car as well. Just like a few years ago, I didn't hear a thing.

Called the national insurance place and they gave me attitude that I was not on the policy and I didn't have the right address. Got a call from the local place that told me that they just needed to check the second screen and they could get over their big bad selves. Like the local place better, to say the least. She set up someone to come and take a look and someone to try to replace the window, if possible, as soon as possible, especially due to the rain.

I'm a little more than a little pissed.

Missed a day of work last week due to illness, and miss a day this week due to others' stupidity and greed. Both day had meetings. Oh yeah, I'm looking good to the company right about now.

Fuck.

Edit: 11:45 and the glass company is already here (though I have not seen the insurance agent yet). Have to appreciate a man that looks like my uncle shaking his head and saying, "I hope those fuckers got cut."

Edit 2: Two pics ( Behind the Cut )