Dear mystery thief or thieves,
Hello. I don't know you, but I just want to get this out of my chest and tell you of a story since I'm feeling a lot of stress that I've experienced recently because of personal major events.
The week of Memorial Day 2014 was a hellish one. But it wasn't like that at first.
-On Monday, May 26, 2014 I had a good Memorial Day, and I just relaxed and enjoyed myself since I'm a computer nerd. It was quite a normal day too.
-The next day after that, on May 28, 2014 was an infamous day when all hell personally broke loose for me. I was about to go back to the library. After I transferred to the Blue Route bus, my Polaroid tablet's battery had already gone bad and it was already out of power. I still had a Rayovac USB battery pack to charge it on the go, but to do that I had to take out my organizer that had my cell phone and my other items to get it. This was during a heat wave and since I was almost back home, I had to hurry and put my things up. When I got home, mom demanded why I didn't pick up my phone, and I told her it was out of power. She said, "that ain't no excuse!" When I looked in my green bag that housed the organizer and cell phone that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks that broke my now-dropped broken jaw. THEY'RE GONE!!! MY ORGANIZER AND CELL PHONE ARE GONE!!! I was in severe panic mode as I checked all my bags and tore through my room to find it.
-On May 29, 2014, I got on the bus to retrace my steps, asking the Blue Route bus drivers if they've seen my organizer and cell phone. They said that they didn't and they would check the buses when they finished their runs for the day. I called the same main bus headquarters and told them of the situation. Same thing! They reported nothing!
-On May 30, tired and sweaty, I had stayed home to take a break from searching for my missing cell phone and organizer. However, I had looked up online about what to do when something was stolen from me, and one of them was filing a police report. There was a lot of family members over that could drive anyone, including myself, insane. It was a bad time, but I had no choice. I called the police and described the situation. They told me that they were going to send a dispatch in a few minutes. After I got my dinner, they came. I told them of what happened, showed them my ID, described what was inside my cell phone and organizer, and I even showed them a copy of my card-sized diploma since another copy was inside and could help in identification of who the stolen cell phone and organizer belonged to. I was given a copy of two parts of the police report (one of them I signed). After that, they left, I told mom of what happened and I put the police reports in my box of important items.
-A few days later when I was going home I noticed that there was a blue bag in front where the lost and found items were, and I asked the bus driver if it belonged to someone. I had a distinct hunch that it might have my stolen organizer and cell phone based on the shape that I recognize. They said that I couldn't have it yet and that they would check what the contents of the bag are when they get back to the main bus station headquarters. Another day later they said that the bag didn't have it in there.
-On June 10, 2014 I received a call from the police station that they're sending an email about the lost cell phone and organizer to the main bus transit headquarters. I waited patiently for results.
-On June 16, 2014 I called my lost phone, and, you're not going to believe this, luckily my phone was ringing! IT WAS RINGING! MY PHONE AND ORGANIZER IS STILL SAFE!!! However, 3 times someone picked up only to hang it up seconds later as though they didn't want to talk at all, as though they didn't want to return the phone back. The first time they picked up I heard the faint laughter of kids playing. The second time they just hung up. The third time was the same, but what really pissed me off and made me confirm that they're both stolen was that when I tried to call the fourth time, there was no ring. It only led straight to an answering machine for the subsequent calls! They had either turned off the phone or took the goddamn battery out! Had to call the police though there was an answering machine.
-On June 19, 2014, when I got back to mom's place at around 6:30PM after one of the buses broke down and we had to get an emergency bus because of the heat wave that killed the engines, one of my older sisters was already there, and she and mom WERE ALREADY DEACTIVATING THE PHONE!!! GODDAMNIT NO!!!! THEY JUST CUT OFF ONE OF THE LEADS FOR THE POLICE TO FOLLOW IN RETRIEVING MY FUCKING CELL PHONE AND ORGANIZER!!! I was...well if I said I was a "little miffed" that would either be an understatement, or I would be lying. God damn it...
-On Monday, June 30, 2014 it was hot, but after I bathed, I got on the bus to the AT&T retail store near the medical hospitals on the road to a high school I attended. I stopped at the middle of a gas pump convenience store Expressway at the bus stop. Walked all the way to the AT&T retail store and tried to get someone to help me on my stolen cell phone, because from the phone call that I made to them yesterday that they told me where to go to get help in tracking down my phone. I went there hot and sweaty from walking all the way from the missed bus stop, and it was all for nothing as they told me that they don't track phones, especially stolen ones! But they told me of the corporate retail store. The small AT&T retail store couldn't help me at all! That's one lead down. Walked all the way to the closest bus stop although it was still a long walk.
-On Tuesday, July 1, 2014 Another hot day and this time I got to the AT&T corporate store near Dick's Sporting Goods as another lead. Unfortunately, and sadly they said the same thing. They can block or suspend my phone, but they can't track it either. I was so pissed and sweating hot that I had an extremely angry "The Reason You Suck" speech fermenting and boiling inside me for the bastards who stole it from the bus! I was so fucking hot, sweaty and VERY pissed off that I was breathing short breaths as I walked to Hardee's and ordered only curly fries, a strawberry milkshake and 2 cookies. Called the Patrol Dept. with the papers that I brought with me but the captains weren't there again, so I left them a voice message of my update and desperation. I'll have to contact the FCC about this. First i'll have to aim straight for the top and contact the AT&T National Headquarters later on this month, and if even THEY can't help me track down my stolen cell phone, I'll have to formally request an investigation and pull out all the stops, including calling the FCC and even hiring a detective. (Sadly I didn't get a chance to do so since I was preoccupied with other things many days later.)
-On July 6, 2014 I had a few regrets. Maybe I should've been a bit more forceful and loudly vocal over the phone when the person who picked up my phone hung up repeatedly without talking to me or planning on returning my cell phone and organizer. I should've screamed "DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME!!!" or "THAT'S MY CELL PHONE YOU'VE STOLEN!!!"
-On July 7, 2014 my mind was riddled with so much sealed-up anger that this was in my mind: "I FUCKING SWEAR, THAT I HOPE A LOT OF MISFORTUNE AND SUFFERING BEFALLS THOSE WHO FUCKING GRABBED MY CELL PHONE WITH MY GRANDFATHER ON HIS DEATHBED AND MY ORGANIZER/WALLET WITH MY CARDS, MY MONEY, EVERYTHING A THOUSAND...NO...A HUNDRED THOUSAND TIMES OVER! IF MY ORGANIZER'S ITEMS ARE DISCARDED AND MY CELL PHONE PICTURES ARE DELETED JUST TO MAKE A QUICK BUCK, MY HUMANITY ENDS THERE! NO FAITH! NO TRUST! NO HOPE! NO FORGIVENESS!!"
-On July 8, 2014 -Mom reminded me to call and cancel my old food stamp card and get a new one. So I did. Also called the police station for two police captains. But one of them was out until tomorrow. So I have to get there tomorrow even though the secretary there told me they were there today.
On July 9, 2014 I've had enough of waiting! I can't wait around for the police to do their job and find the bastards who snatched my organizer and cell phone inside! It was hot, and I was still seething with inner rage of my cell phone and organizer being stolen AND the slow rate it took for the police to investigate the theft and who took it (believe me, I was having short breaths from the heat and the angry rage that was boiling inside me just like at the AT&T corporate retail store!), but I had to get to the police station through the Blue Route bus first, and then the Gold Route. However, when the bus stopped at somewhere far from where I originally wanted to stop, I had to walk all the way to the police station and after a few minutes I asked one of the captains if he had the surveillance footage of May 28, 2014. He referred me to of the sergeants of the police station assigned to my case, and he even gave me his phone number. The bad news is that he's only available at night, so i'll have to get there on Friday night or call him. I'll have to leave at 9PM to get there. But goddamn it, since the bastards who stole my cell phone and organizer didn't want to cooperate, since they didn't want to talk to me, since they hung up on me and set a possible bad example with the kids they had, since they picked up my calls but hung up 3 times without even saying "hello" and turned off my phone on the third call, THEY FORCED MY HAND!!!!
-On July 11, 2014 I called the dispatch station for the police department, but I couldn't contact the sargeant, only I had to leave a message. Still, I couldn't wait any longer. I walked to the city downtown at 9PM towards the police station at night. The temperature cooled down a little, but I was still sweating and my breaths were still getting short from the anger bubbling and boiling inside me. "The thieves don't want to do the right thing? They wanted to play rough? They forced my hand!" That was on my mind the whole time as I walked to the police station. The moon, covered by the clouds yet shining brightly, shone beautifully as I walked. When I got there, almost all the doors were locked. Called the number on my older cell phone that I still had that was already dialed days ago while outside the police station requesting the sargeant, and they sent him out to meet me. I told him everything and gave him all the info. I waited inside as I looked at the past police chiefs and learned about their past. I also read about other police offers who were killed in the line of duty. He came back and he told me that the main bus headquarters might not have read the first email and he sent a second one, and this time I gave him my IMEI number. He doesn't know why, but he thought that they weren't going to respond due to laziness on their part, but he said that they'd keep trying. Walked to the park that had a cool color-changing fountain for the first time to take a break and relax.
-On July 23, 2014 I found an abandoned, broken cell phone that had a microSD card inside it. Apparently I wasn't the only one who lost something. It looked like it was out in the sun too long. The back of the phone was missing and the battery was there and it's working, but it wouldn't matter since the screen was too cracked and broken beyond recognition. I was learning how it worked though while I waited for the bus. When it came and I went back to mom's place, now with electricity, I had to find out who it belonged to, so I had to take out the microSD card that was in it and cross-examined it on my new DigiPad Android tablet PC. (The first one was so short-circuited by a bad extension cord when I charged it up that the battery started to swell up and almost break the tablet. It was about to split in half but the screen was still intact. I didn't want to use it anymore because the battery might explode on me, but I backed everything up on it just to be on the safe side. Tried to take it to a store that not only repairs cell phones, but tablets as well. They said it would cost more to replace the battery than to replace the tablet itself. Best Buy said the same thing AND I didn't have any Geek Squad protection for it since I got it as a Christmas gift at another store.) I found out from my tablet PC 2.0 that there were a lot of videos, audio, text and other files inside, and that I saw the owner who it belonged to. So just before I was about to turn it in to the police the next day, I backed up every file that was in there for safekeeping on the desktop PC in case I see the owner again.
-On July 24, 2014 it was very late, but I left at 4PM to get to the Green Route bus to get to the main bus headquarters to get to the main bus supervisor, but he wasn't there. Instead, there was a female black bus driver holding the place down. It was the very first time I went there myself. I
-On July 25, 2014 I walked downtown to the police station for the second time at 9PM hoping to see the sargeant again on his night shift about the broken and abandoned cell phone, but when I got to the police station and found the right area to enter, the door was already locked. Someone showed me a button to contact the police still inside. I pressed it and told someone inside about the phone. I told them I needed to see the sargeant, but he was off duty and was going to be there the next day in the morning. I was let in. There was an older white policewoman on the desk as a secretary, and I showed her the broken phone along with all the information I jotted down. She had someone copy it and I was given the original notes back, and I gave my name, address and phone number before I left. I asked if there was anything else I could do, and they politely told me no, so I left.
On July 28, 2014 I checked the phones to see if the police called back, and apparently, they did. I missed TWO of their phone calls at mom's house while I was there. It was on July 25, 2014 at 10:23AM and 3:24PM. Next
-On July 30, 2014 -Got to the police station because of the missed phone calls; showed the police reports to a female white police officer much and told her of the broken LG phone that I turned in. Later they sent Sargeant Christopher Aman and I'm glad that I missed the phone calls, because he told me that the message that I got from the missed phone calls was that, sadly, THE GODDAMN BUS TRANSIT DIDNT' HAVE THE VIDEO EVIDENCE OF THE FUCKING THEFT!!! IT WAS MY FINAL LEAD TOO!!! THE BUS TRANSIT AND AT&T ARE FUCKING USELESS!!! I CAN'T TRUST ANY CELL PHONE CARRIER OR BUS TRANSIT EVEN WITH THEIR SURVEILLANCE EQUIPMENT!!! WHAT GOOD IS THE FUCKING SURVEILLANCE EQUIPMENT IF THEY WON'T CATCH THE FUCKING CRIME??? WHAT A FUCKING WASTE OF TAXPAYERS' MONEY FOR A FUCKING SCAM OF A JOKE! Looks like I really am on my own after all! I was so devastated I felt anger, sadness and depression at once from being stunned by the bad news, and even worse in the heat wave while waiting for the bus!
So that's it then. Game over. No more eating out at restaurants, no more giving money to charity, no more fun stuff, no more faith in humanity, no more of it all.
I ultimately felt betrayed by the bus transit and AT&T even after doing my damn best as a DIY detective helping the police out and doing my part.
-On August 2, 2014, there was nothing else I could do but to go back home. Mom almost ran a clueless kid over while we were on the road but slammed the brakes. THAT STUPID MALE KID COULD'VE BEEN RAN OVER AND KILLED, THAT DUMBASS BRAT!
NEW UPDATE!
-On August 13, 2014 I decided to check on my new food stamp card. Still only $0.02 cents. Just then, I remembered that there was an unauthorized usage of my card when I previously listened to the transactions that occurred when I first got my replacement card. I made an account later that night though the website ucard.chase.com was slow and unresponsive with messages such as "the specified URL cannot be found" when I logged in. Eventually, my account is completed and found out that it was confirmed that someone DID commit a food stamp fraud against me! SOMEONE USED MY OWN FOOD STAMP CARD THAT WAS STOLEN FROM ME ALONG WITH MY CELL PHONE AND PERSONAL ORGANIZER WITHOUT MY FUCKING PERMISSION AND GOT MY PIN NUMBER!!! Called A Certain Inexpensive Retail Store That Isn't Dollar Tree or Dollar General, the store where the crime of fraud took place, and the manager wasn't there. Talked to the cashier there and was told he wasn't there, and that to call at 9AM.
-Sadly, on October 14, 2014, the most devastating news that I received from A Certain Inexpensive Retail Store That Isn't Dollar Tree or Dollar General was the most depressing of all. A Certain Inexpensive Retail Store That Isn't Dollar Tree or Dollar General, my last hope whose manager said that they permanently keep their video surveillance footage, now told me that the evidence was...overwritten and deleted. I reacted with shock and horror, and I was completely incredulous. Now i'll never know who the mystery perpetrator is, and this proves that there's no such thing as justice. There's no justice at all in this godforsaken joke of a fucking planet. Justice is a lie, a sham, a fake, and it belongs with the likes of Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny!
At 7:06 AM October 15, 2014, I was crying for real. I was actually crying because not only will I never see my grandfather again, not only because memories that I had in my cell phone were possibly deleted and gone forever, INCLUDING MY GRANDFATHER ON HIS DEATHBED AND I STOOD BY HIM DURING HIS FINAL DAYS, but that someone as callous, as heartless, as soulless as you would not return one's irreplaceable, sentimental and priceless memories back; memories that never belonged to you in the first place! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH OR SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!! HOW FUCKING COULD YOU!!!!
-On October 29, 2014, just as I was on the bus getting back home, I noticed that SOMEONE ELSE had forgotten what's valuable to them. In this case, it's a black type of wallet. It was on the front of the bus near the bus driver! But when the bus pulled up to the transfer point, the original owner got his wallet back! GODDAMNIT, WHAT THE GODDAMN FUCK??!! This not only burned me up on the inside, but it made the right side of my lower teeth hurt even MORE. My teeth were already in pain from the stress of having the slimy, no-good underhanded opportunistic thief steal my valuable items and use my food stamp card as though it was the inhuman bastard's own, but now THIS??!! Hell, even while I was busy backtracking and doing my own detective work months ago when it was freshly stolen, someone else lost HIS OR HER cell phone! A young Spanish-speaking Latino girl turned it in to the bus driver and minutes later, the victim came back onto the bus and asked for it back!!!
Seriously, these types of things make me WANT to see a nuclear holocaust happen! It's things like these that make me want to cheer on civilization's apocalyptic downfall and dance on the smoldering ashes of its ruins!
On December 5, 2014, mom told me she also lost her phone, but in this case, she was lucky. She left it at a car rental place. I called it and the person who answered said that he can return the phone back! I even offered a reward, but my mom and older sister told me that since it screwed mom over for 2 days, they don't deserve the reward money. I rode with my older sister and she got it back after a meeting I had earlier today. HER phone was returned back safe and sound, WHILE MINE IS STILL CONSIDERED FUCKING STOLEN!!!
To those who say that (real) men don't cry, you're just as cold-hearted and as cold-blooded as the goddamn thieves who committed the unforgiveable crime!
To be continued with how I really felt in part 2 below.
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