It’s been a fairly interesting week. Monday night classes were cancelled due to predicted inclement weather. Everyone was hoping that school on tuesday would be cancelled, but the weather didn’t end up coming, so school was on for Tuesday morning. Midmorning, it started snowing like mad, the thickest fluffiest assault of white flaked I’ve seen the ground take in a while; it got so bad so fast that classes were cancelled as of 2:30, so I didn’t have to sit through a long film screening. This would afford me more time to work on my English essay due the next day, but I decided it would be a good idea to try some taboggoning. So the whole procrastination thing is getting superbad for me, and I ended up finishing my essay at 5:30am, which was a rather silly thing to have done. Then I slept through my frist two classes and half of my english tutorial (in which my essay was due) because my alarm didn’t go off as it was supposed to. Then I sort of realized that my student card was misplaced. I assumed it was lost somewhere in my room, but I couldn’t easily find it. So then I had SWHAT shift… half the shifts that night had to be cancelled because of silly people deciding not to come, and it was also very busy, so Claire (one of the exec who got called in so that my shift wouldn’t have to be cancelled as well) and I were kept on the move almost constantly until 12:30 (half an hour after my shift was supposed to be over). It was cooooold too.
But then the week started to get really fun.
On Thursday at lunch I still hadn’t found my meal card and figured it would be a good idea to check with the hospitality people because at that point I was pretty sure that it wasn’t just expertly hidden somewhere in my room. They turned it off so no one could use it, but an examination of the records determined that someone who definitely wasn’t me had spent 170 dollars of my money in less than 2 days. Well that was a little annoying, and not good for my positive outlook on the general disposition of human behaviour that I had been fostering. So I got a temp card, and was looking at the read-out of all the stuff the guy had bought on my student card, and when and where. $60 delivery from Pizza Pizza, $30 at Commons on two separate occasions, and basically tons of shit. As I and Ciara were sitting in Commons eating lunch and investigating the records, I started watching everyone, because the thief could be anyone at all really. You’ll notice that almost everyone looks a bit shifty if you’re in that paranoid state of mind. We decided that the best lead was the delivery order to Pizza Pizza, since we had the exact time that the delivery had been placed, the pizza delivery fellow had most likely seen our little bastard face-to-face. The whole private investigation schtick was rather fun. But as I was looking up Pizza Pizza’s phone number, I realized it might be a good idea to contact McMaster security services.
Cushioned by a cloud of bitter adrenaline and listening to throbbing techno at elevated volume, I journeyed to the security office, which has all sorts of heavy doors and stairs and interrogation offices. I reported what had happened to a man in a blue suit. They (there was another blue suited man often present) told me that there were cameras in La Piazza, where the perp had used the card several times, and since the transcript showed down to the millisecond when it had been used, and at what till, they were fairly sure that surveillance footage would be able to reveal the identity of the suspect. They left me feeling rather optimistic about the chances of the little fucker getting justice dealt out to his sorry ass. I dunno what the punishment would be, but if it involved him getting kicked out of school, I would feel particularly vindicated. When I returned to my room, feeling the sweetness of revenge was near at hand I felt the urge to practice kung fu, but instead I opted to watch Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels. I think the man in blue said they would get back to me on Monday about what had happened witht he investigation, why it takes that long I don’t know. You’d think terrible vengeance could reign down upon him (or her) in a much hastier fashion. I also don’t know if I’ll ever see the nearly 2 bucks the guy stole from me again, but I’m much more concerned with him getting comeuppance of some variety.