Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Life and work are still crazy here. I've taken on some new projects at the office and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed while I try to get a full understanding of the new job duties. Fitness and food are a little bit hit and miss, but I think it's more hit than miss. I finish my swim lessons this week and then I'm on my own. It was intimidating to start, but I'm so glad I did it! I'm still not comfortable in the deep end, but I know I can safely swim several laps. It's nice to have some new options for cardio.
Now on to the event in the blog title...
I was REALLY sick over the weekend. The worst I've felt in about 13 years. I was still running a fever yesterday, so I stayed home. I slept in, did some laundry, took a nap, did more laundry.
Later in the day, I was sitting in my sunroom when some shadows go past the window and I hear some men talking. I jumped up and looked, and there's these two men just strolling through my back yard with a ladder. They had to open a stubborn gate, move some of my stuff, stroll through the yard, up some steps, around the deck and through another gate. There's construction next door, so I figured that they were working and I was startled and annoyed, but let it go.
A bit later, I hear voices in the yard again. I peek through the window again, and see the men just on the other side of the gate. Now, I'm more annoyed, but also a little bit worried.
Another hour goes by, and I look up, and there's a man, standing on my deck, hands on his hips, just surveying the place and peeking in the windows... Like two feet from me! Scared me half to death. I opened the back door, and I was going to ask him if he needed something but he ran off. (When I called my sister later that night, she yelled at me for going to confront the guy.)
I don't want to be judgemental, but something about this guy just seemed off. The word that actually came to mind was "menacing." I just completely felt on alert. I ran upstairs to get my cell phone, and when I peeked out the front window, the guy was standing in the yard of the house next door just staring up at my window.
My first instinct was to call the police, but I was worried that I was overreacting. So I called a friend and asked her if I was being paranoid. She assured me that I wasn't, so I called the cops. They came and took my statement, and went through the house so they could see that the guy actually had to come through a gate to physically enter my property. The guy had taken off by then, so they said they would send another officer to come back to the work site today and find him. They said he would be charged with "unlawful entry."
I know it's silly, but I felt bad. Like I was getting the guy in trouble. Even though I know that he got HIMSELF in trouble.
I was still running a fever this morning, but I didn't want to be around when the police came back looking for the guy, so I went to work anyway. The police told me to call the contractor and let the company know that their employees had been trespassing. Did that. Checked with my friends at work, who assured me (again) that I hadn't overreacted in calling the police - especially as a woman who lives alone.
As the day went on, I noticed that I was starting to get anxious. I realized that I was worried about coming back to the house tonight and seeing those same guys working next door. I actually sat in the garage for a while peeking through the window before I race-walked through my yard. Turns out the contractor had brought in an entirely new crew. That makes me feel better, but it's still very nerve wracking.
My house has actually been broken into before. It's the worst kind of unsettling. Knowing some stranger(s) have been in your bedroom and in your closet touching your things. This was not as bad - a guy doing what? Casing the joint? In the backyard, not physically in the house. But I have to say honestly, tonight I don't really feel safe. Can't wait until the construction workers are gone.