A Golfer's Rage. One YOU DO NOT EXPECT. TRUST ME.

I am TRYING TO BREATHE. EVEN THO I AM JUST BACK FROM THE CAPE AND SHOULD BE RELAXED AND CALM AND REJUVENATED.

I have a golf tournament for work tomorrow at 8 a.m. I just went into the basement of my apartment building to get my clubs.

They're gone.

Let me repeat: THEY ARE FUCKING GONE.

Soooo..I ask my neighbors, the McNoiseys, if they know anything, seeing as I saw the clubs Friday when I did my laundry (it's now Tuesday) and they told me that the guy who cleans the building (nice enough guy far as I know/knew) did in fact ask them whose clubs they were.  My neighbors said they didn't know.  And now they're gone. But!  My tub of winter clothes and a cheapy, K-Mart lamp remain. Funny that.

To backtrack, when I moved in I had asked if I could keep my mountain bike in the basement. The landlady (using the term loosely, her dad owns the management company) said it was okay. Now, the basement which houses 2 washers and dryers (and there's a ton of space) isn't used for storage.

So, there is some shades of grey to be had here. Bikes were okay. My tub of my winter clothes are safe from asking whose they belong to, but my clubs....aren't? 

So I call the landlady and tell her my situation, they were here as of Friday, that Bob grounds keeper asked the neighbors about them shortly thereafter, and now they are gone.

She then laced into ME in that 1) this wasn't an emergency, 2) I know that the basement isn't supposed to  be used for storage (making sure to repeat this point over and over in the most snide way with an exptra "I don't know what you expect me to do") and 3)that I should call the office tomorrow. 

So, to sum up:

* Stolen/absconded golf clubs.

* Golf Tourney which puts me on the road at 6 a.m. tomorrow.

* BITCH LANDLADY WHATEVER THE FUCK WHO THINKS HIJACKED PROPERTY BY HER EMPLOYEES IS NOT A B.F.D.

(do you see why I need to remind myself to breathe?)

Side note: I did buy a few new clubs tonight so I am not completely bare for tomorrow. And I can borrow a few clubs that belong to a 6'2" Mike.  Thankfully I am not very short, but...I swear...this is not over.

Comments

[Kitt]

I hear you. Having stuff swiped out from under your nose is no joke.

But (assuming the guy wasn't out to just steal the clubs; assuming he was thinking they were abandoned) might this have been avoided by putting your nametag somewhere on the clubs/bag?

Either way, are you bringing the cops in on it?

[Jen]

Did not think about the nametag...which may have helped the cause. Tho the bags were not down there for that long (few months) as they redid the basement and everything was taken out and I put those back down there.

Hopfeully they're returned from wherever, I don't get the impression he's a thief. If not, I will threaten to file a police report.

[HollowSquirrel]

Holy SHITballs do you have some bad luck. That sucks. And it's one thing for the groundskeeper to ask ONE tenant...but when there are other tenants who may in fact own those golf clubs, then you should assume they're not abandoned. DUDE. He so has your golfclubs. I'd be SEETHING, too. Do you have any lawyer friends who can call/write a letter for you to get some action going??? That's BULLSHITeeo.
ARGH! I'm enraged right along with you. I swear, you have the WORST luck. It is bound to get better, though. It has to.

[Liberal Banana]

Oh my gosh, that totally sucks ass. I really hope they become more helpful. I bet that guy took them. Maybe he sold them, so that's why they're being evasive... Keep us updated!!!

[Teri]

Oh Jen, I'm so sorry! and the last thing you needed was an idiot aunt pushing wrong buttons on her phone and accidentally calling you last night (sorry). You know, this might be a good time to ask Papa for the help of his imaginary attorney, Mr. Shapiro. He's been responible for many a threatening "legal" letter in the family, in the past. I believe he employed his services when I had a hard time getting Em into our school system, for a month (like 20 yrs. ago). Papa may have killed him off or retired him, but I'm sure he could resurrect him for a case like this. He writes a very effective letter.

[madge]

Mwah ha ha! LADY GOLFER!

Okay, I just had to get that out of my system. That sucks! I would set up some kind of elaborate sting involving other expensive sports equipment and tons of gear from the spy shop.

I wonder what your bitch landlady will have to say when you have taped evidence...?

[Elizabeth]

Hey Jen, I suck because I forgot to add you to Bloglines (I'm sorry! Really!), so I'm just catching up. Dude, that guy HAS to have your golf clubs, but you are probably S.O.L. on getting them back from him. Hope the tourney went well.

And I'm so glad I'm not the only one who likes the T-Mobile Cheerleader ad. I had no idea it was on YouTube! I've tried to do an imitation of her saying the line about the swimsuit but I can't make my voice do that high squeak at the end. Hee!

[Contrary]

I'm fuming onyour behalf. Not necessarily at the guy who may or may not have assumed they were abandoned (I just hope he hasn't sold them!), but at the BITCH who told you that your belongings being missing wasn't an emergency.

Yes, theft (whether intentional or not) is an emergency, and if you'd called the cops, I'm sure theywould have told her that.

She tacitly gave you permission to use the space for storage, that makes it her (and her Daddy's) responsibility.

The twit.

I'm with your Auntie, let's get Mr. Shapiro in on this!

[Jen]

Btw, typepad is deleting yesterday's comments, not me.

[Nancy]

Man, that completely SUCKS. I hope you get to interrogate Bob under a bright light and find out WTF happened to your clubs.

I have some ladies' clubs you could have ('cause I never play but my parents apparently think I should) but I suspect they might be a little too short for you, seeing as I'm 5'1 and my mom's 5'4.

[Dawn]

Typepad was Be-yotch yesterday.

I was just glad you weren't crushed in the tunnel.

[roo]

Grrr... Those bastards! Especially your "see no evil" landlady...

I hope the tournament went well, regardless.

[lena]

Ooooh, my blood is boiling! You MUST get to the bottome of BOB, if you knwo what I mean!

Do it for the Internet!