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My car was stolen last night/this morning. I parked it in the back & closed the gate after I came home from dinner following a day full of ferrying boxes to the new apartment, and when I went to leave for work this morning, it was gone. Just gone. No glass on the ground, so I thought maybe I parked it on the street and just forgot that I had done so, but no car anywhere on the streets; I walked around my whole block.

It's not a great car, and since we were moving it was pretty much empty, but it still had Morgan's car seat (~$60) and a bag of Dad's tools he had brought down to help with taking things apart and reassembly and whatnot. Probably $100 in tools. I'm more mad about those two things than the car itself. Means we're down one vehicle this weekend, but since the boxes are mostly done and all that's left are the big furniture items, which wouldn't fit inside anyway, eh. And insurance says it doesn't cover things inside the car, unless they were attached. Damn I'm glad Mom and I didn't load up the back with boxes of my bedroom stuff last night. Geez. There's no such thing as coincidence, you know? Maybe this is a sign from God or something; new apartment, new life, new car (though the insurance estimate says the value of my car is only $1500, which is not even close to enough to buy another one). Sac Police Dept. says they have an 80% recovery rate, but *shrug* I'm not going to flip out if they don't find it. Probably the costs of towing and storage and getting me to wherever it is so I can recover it will be more than the car is worth, and the insurance people say that's all on them, so it's very likely that it would just be totalled out anyway.

Still. _Damn_ inconvenient and annoying.

ETA: Whoadamn, my claims rep was beautiful. *fans self*

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My car was stolen last night/this morning. I parked it in the back & closed the gate after I came home from dinner following a day full of ferrying boxes to the new apartment, and when I went to leave for work this morning, it was gone. Just gone. No glass on the ground, so I thought maybe I parked it on the street and just forgot that I had done so, but no car anywhere on the streets; I walked around my whole block.

It's not a great car, and since we were moving it was pretty much empty, but it still had Morgan's car seat (~$60) and a bag of Dad's tools he had brought down to help with taking things apart and reassembly and whatnot. Probably $100 in tools. I'm more mad about those two things than the car itself. Means we're down one vehicle this weekend, but since the boxes are mostly done and all that's left are the big furniture items, which wouldn't fit inside anyway, eh. And insurance says it doesn't cover things inside the car, unless they were attached. Damn I'm glad Mom and I didn't load up the back with boxes of my bedroom stuff last night. Geez. There's no such thing as coincidence, you know? Maybe this is a sign from God or something; new apartment, new life, new car (though the insurance estimate says the value of my car is only $1500, which is not even close to enough to buy another one). Sac Police Dept. says they have an 80% recovery rate, but *shrug* I'm not going to flip out if they don't find it. Probably the costs of towing and storage and getting me to wherever it is so I can recover it will be more than the car is worth, and the insurance people say that's all on them, so it's very likely that it would just be totalled out anyway.

Still. _Damn_ inconvenient and annoying.

ETA: Whoadamn, my claims rep was beautiful. *fans self*

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I love my insurance rep company.

8:30 am - car is found to be missing (what an odd phrase), call insurance and police to file claim/report.

10:00 am - claims rep named Steve calls with more in-depth questions for filling out claim, agrees to come by work so I can fill out paperwork and he can cut me a check for the value of my car minus my deductible.

2:00 pm - Steve shows up, gives me papers to sign, hands me a check. If and when the car is found, they will take care of it, bing bang boom, everything's all neat and tidy and wrapped up with a pretty bow. Everything in life should be this easy.

So yes, I'm feeling much better about this whole thing now. When I found my car missing, I was more worried about the whole process of reporting it and whatever else needs to happen, than the fact that MY CAR WAS GONE. Usually this is the kind of thing that would reduce me to tears and make me a depressed wreck for the rest of the day.

Amazing how a pair of blue eyes and a nice voice can fix things up, hm?

Alas, claims_rep Steve is married with four kids (one of whom is 3, like Morgan). Far too good to be true. Probably a Mormon, because he didn't seem that much older than me, and I don't know anyone else who marries as young and has kids as fast as Mormons do. *sigh*

In other news-that-was-bad-but-is-now-good: on Wednesday Dad and I went to Toys R Us to get the Princess bed for Morgan, but they were out, and the rest of the bedroom accessories (rocking chair, play table, toy chest) were slim pickings, too. Turns out they've discontinued that line and the next one doesn't come out until the end of September/early October. So the customer service gal called around to see if any other stores still had them out on the floor, and it sounded like the Elk Grove store might have some on a truck that was not yet unloaded. So today, Mom sics Grandma on tracking one down, and 'cause she's Grandma (who has supernatural abilities to find things, especially on sale. Also to get parking spaces near front doors. It's creepy), she finds it. The store on Greenback Blvd. has a bed _and_ a rocking chair _and_ a table _and_ a toy chest, all at 20% off 'cause they're on clearance.

Seriously, I think God just might love me today.

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I love my insurance rep company.

8:30 am - car is found to be missing (what an odd phrase), call insurance and police to file claim/report.

10:00 am - claims rep named Steve calls with more in-depth questions for filling out claim, agrees to come by work so I can fill out paperwork and he can cut me a check for the value of my car minus my deductible.

2:00 pm - Steve shows up, gives me papers to sign, hands me a check. If and when the car is found, they will take care of it, bing bang boom, everything's all neat and tidy and wrapped up with a pretty bow. Everything in life should be this easy.

So yes, I'm feeling much better about this whole thing now. When I found my car missing, I was more worried about the whole process of reporting it and whatever else needs to happen, than the fact that MY CAR WAS GONE. Usually this is the kind of thing that would reduce me to tears and make me a depressed wreck for the rest of the day.

Amazing how a pair of blue eyes and a nice voice can fix things up, hm?

Alas, claims_rep Steve is married with four kids (one of whom is 3, like Morgan). Far too good to be true. Probably a Mormon, because he didn't seem that much older than me, and I don't know anyone else who marries as young and has kids as fast as Mormons do. *sigh*

In other news-that-was-bad-but-is-now-good: on Wednesday Dad and I went to Toys R Us to get the Princess bed for Morgan, but they were out, and the rest of the bedroom accessories (rocking chair, play table, toy chest) were slim pickings, too. Turns out they've discontinued that line and the next one doesn't come out until the end of September/early October. So the customer service gal called around to see if any other stores still had them out on the floor, and it sounded like the Elk Grove store might have some on a truck that was not yet unloaded. So today, Mom sics Grandma on tracking one down, and 'cause she's Grandma (who has supernatural abilities to find things, especially on sale. Also to get parking spaces near front doors. It's creepy), she finds it. The store on Greenback Blvd. has a bed _and_ a rocking chair _and_ a table _and_ a toy chest, all at 20% off 'cause they're on clearance.

Seriously, I think God just might love me today.