Despite having a three day weekend last week, it was still pretty crappy. I’ve been having some problems with my current roommate, and those issues had to be addressed this weekend because I simply could handle it no longer. I spent most of the weekend being bent out of shape about that, and then, on the third day of my glorious weekend I realized that my Canon Rebel XTi was no longer in it’s case and this only meant one thing: Paul stole it.
I was bent out of shape about him even being in town a week ago but this was just the icing on the cake. Whenever I would use my camera it ALWAYS made its way back into the case. I paid over $900 (including tax and a memory card) for that camera and I wasn’t about to let it get lost or broken. The case was the safest place for it to be. I kept the case in my closet because that seemed like the logical place to put it.
When he and I were living together I watched that camera constantly. I ALWAYS checked to make sure it was still in it’s place and it really chaps my ass that the ONE TIME I did not think about it, or didn’t think to check, or didn’t think to hide it, he snagged it from me. I called him up and gave him a good verbal beating, but that won’t get my camera back. It’s long gone now and I couldn’t be any sicker about it.
