It's 4:00 AM and I have been at work since around 3:00...I should back up a bit.
My sweet wife and I have become addicted to the Sopranos. We have been watching the entire series on DVD and are about half way through the 3rd season. After watching our nightly episode last night, we decided we were up for another and so it was a little after mid-night when we turned off the TV and went to sleep. I slept deeply until 2:00 when my phone rang. The kind lady on the other end of the phone informed me that she was with Sonitrol, our company's security service. I expected this as, since the deaths of my parents, no one else would ever call me at 2:00 AM. These calls are usually just an annoyance as they are always false alarms due to motion detectors set off by the family of racoons who roam our plant at night. This call was a bit different. There had been a "broken glass" alarm followed by a motion alarm. The police were dispatched and I waited for the inevitable second phone call. The second call came at 2:20 AM. The police were at the plant and needed me to get there as soon as possible. I got dressed and left my house at 2:30 headed for work...45 minutes away.
When I arrived at the plant I was greeted by one of Little Rock's finest. We had indeed had a break-in. The front office door was smashed in and there was glass everywhere. I turned off the alarm system and proceeded to walk through the plant with the officer on the scene. Apparantly the alarm had frightened away the culprits and nothing appeared to have been taken or disturbed.
After satisfying ourselves that nobody was in the plant and that nothing had been taken, the officer left me in my office at 3:30 AM with no front door and a big mess to clean up. I can't really leave the building with no front door and besides, if I went home I'd get there about 30 minutes before my alarm went off. So instead, I started cleaning up.
It is worth mentioning that my plant is in a really bad part of town. Especially at night. We are next door to a little free-standing liquor store where a clerck was shot and killed just a few weeks ago. I don't mind saying that I am a little uneasy. I cleaned up the glass and taped cardboard over the front door. I realize this is little protection but at least it might make some noise if someone tries to enter. I have a Calloway 7 Iron next to me as I type and I am kinda jumpy.
So...Here I am blogging for the first time in weeks. Sorry it isn't more funny or entertaining or soul searching. Not very well written either. I am just scared and sleepy and a little angry at no one in particular. Pretty crappy way of starting out a day I wasn't really looking forward to anyway.
Check in on me later...to make sure I made it out alive.