Predators. Stole two large wooden cabinets, and their contents: relics like my grandmothers' and parents (and my own, from two marriages) wedding rings, some with metacarpal bones as relics, made pendants to be worn as a scapular. Every piece of jewelry I ever made of was made for me, every piece of tin and hunk of gold that's served as a roadmap to personal history, keys to my identity after surviving, barely, more than a decade of devastating domestic violence. These guys showed up without a confirmation call, not dressed for the gig. Had a van, but not what Id reserved and paid plenty for. Went ahead and splurged on my behalf on the cello wrap I refused: hate that stuff, only good for spreading infestations, and I've a deadly allergy to most insects so no. Except yeah: they wrapped everything in it.
I didn't get the chance to put the jewelry cases or the console table with its drawers full of tools, keys, gloves, makeup, apple accessories, cameras, two iPhones, and two macbook pros on the shelves below, but figure they wrapped those up and maybe his and kept them when a too-fast corner sent ggem airborne.
2hr minimum per the guy who sent these nameless thugs out. I should have sent them away, but dude had already taken way over that rate ($285 for the 17' and sctual help, with cleanup as ordered.). These guys were 20min behind me after leaving first, and the move was 3 whole miles, along San Pablo ave to mc bryde: no way to even ponder getting lost. That the wood and leather trunks that held old cameras and toys and curios, vinyl records, bolts of leather, steel mesh boning, and finished corsets, were empty when I checked was shocking enough: who doesn't fill up trunks to move? When I realized there was no console table, that my car had no jewelry boxes in the back seat, that my shark and Dyson and craftsmen vacs were gone, my garden shelves, my coats and hats, my curtain rods and boxes with full cans of Behr paint.. And that 40minhad barely tolled... These guys dumped what they didn't find salable in my garage, an impossible heap despite being asked to bring it inside, to specific rooms. They were in the truck and pulling out by the time I hung up from calling to see where they'd got to, and offered a pair of scowls she I asked that they get my microwave and toaster ovens out from under the large furniture boxes that turns out were filled with trash and recycling from the kitchen and bathroom. Not the home and copper cans of plastic inserts: just the trash.
I'm pretty sure that, like others, the decision to take md for everything I had left after horrific medical abuse left me disfigured and dying from liver, kidney, heart and lung injuries. If I'd been able to breathe and heft my own.boxes, I would have been ripped off for fees maybe but would have my hands and neck ac ears looking like they should, bedecked in amethysts and garnets and great bony Maori fish hooks. And migh not have lost $600 to my landlord for the hauling of trash bags to the curb for prepaid pickup, as these guys were paid to do. I might have sifted thru the stuff the prior helpers stashed in the backyard for me to deal with lster, but spent weeks tearing apart the new place, garage, and offsite storage looking for my rings and keys and pendants and sunglasses. And visors for my car, plastidip oped and ready for reinstall and then swiped.
I've called several times to inquire as to whether those two remember seeing and packing up the cabinets & table. Had a promise of a callback "tomorrow when I'm infring of my computer" and straight to voicemail since. I'll leave another message today before bringing the Richmond PD to the yard to see if there's a repository for lost property. All told they're looking at felonies, of my stuff is found there. I don't expect it will be-it's been weeks-but ivd got photos and serial numbers and a righteous indignation needs vindicating. read more