THEY DON'T FUCKING CARE!!!!!!!!

FUUUUUUUUUUCK YESSSSSSSSSS

I start in a couple of weeks. Oh my fucking god.

Thank you everyone for all the support and listening to me whinge the last 6 months. It's really, really appreciated ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm having inguinal hernia surgery tomorrow.

Time to find out shortly. I'll keep you posted 🙂

Ok, on further investigation, he managed to break into my spare room. He slashed up my bike seat, stole my MacBook, slashed a poster, destroyed a 3D Printer I got as a gift, and destroyed a resin 3D printer I also got as a gift. I'm going to call the police, but I want to wait for the locksmith to come let me into my spare room first because that's where I kept most of my valuables

okay, chairs are done, phew, that was hard work

The program leader has just left. I have 4 hours until the evening person will get here while I'll be on my own

Although my deadbolt was still locked and I can't see a way it could've been relocked if it was unlocked, I swear I'm missing things in my main room too. My echo dot, hard drive, and powerboard all aren't where I remember leaving them within my room. I can't actually find them at all. I specifically didn't take them because I didn't need to (and in the case of my hard drive, I forgot to take it with me). Also, an old phone I had lying in a drawer is a lot more smashed than it was before, and was also on the floor.

I'm hesitant to straight up say this is his doing and amend my police report because I sometimes forget that I've moved things around, but I can't find those things anywhere, even in drawers, not that I really had any reason to move them at all. Also, nothing on this room is slashed up, which seems to be his trademark

I'm honestly terrified now though, and it's not even dark yet. I'm once again keeping a knife very close and planning to hide in my room until backup arrives at 9. I don't know whether it's better to stay hidden and keep my curtain closed, or sit at my desk and open the curtain so I can sort of see out (although I'm sitting not much higher in the window so I couldn't see much).

Also, he has an illegal motorbike, so I know he has a way to get here on his own if he wanted to. Of course that means every motorbike I hear makes me jump. I could also walk down to the bus stop and then spend the night at a 24 hour shop or something. But the worker won't be here til 9, and the bus finishes before then, so I can't really just leave until the worker gets here, unless I walk home which seems worse.

Tinyest can now clap to the parts of "if your happy and you know it" which is pretty awesome. He's also waving "Hello" after being able to wave bye bye for a while now. He does both at random though, and occasionally wants a high 5 or clap in between a waves. Still, progress. Scrubs was right, it really is like having a dog that slowly learns to talk.

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Doing my part to get to 300 comments.

Also time for a rainy walk. Absolutely love walking in the rain, even without an umbrella.

Maybe I have a genetic predisposition to loving the rain considering where I'm from...

Update on the situation:

A lovely bloke from my orgs after hours came to check if I was alright. We had a good chat, and I used the confidence I gained from it to check all the rooms to make sure the windows are all locked. I noticed his window in his room was opened about half way, which is concerning because I don't remember noticing it when I had a peak before. But of course I might just not have paid enough attention. Also locked his other spare bedroom and the spare LT bedroom windows. Now if he did come back, he won't be able to get in. He could try the windows on my side of the house, but they're a few metres off the ground and would definitely make noise trying to get into.

The worker will be here in an hour, so I've almost made it to safety. I'll give him a mini handover and explain the situation to him and sight ID before letting him in. Unless he just uses his key (there's a lockbox with a front door key which he'll have a code to).

Thanks for all the advice and well wishes everyone, I do really appreciate it. I'll probably be on edge for a week or two, but after that I should hopefully start to relax and settle back in. The overnight workers will stay for the foreseeable future, although I do have the power to say I don't want them anymore if I wish.

I don't think I need to fear for my safety, I think this kid is more the type to threaten and intimidate but not necessarily assault or actually go through with anything. But he seems to think I'm personally responsible for ruining his whole life, and seems to be kind of unstable so I'm still going to take full safety precautions.

I pay more tax than I need to, so I'll get a nice refund whenever they finish processing it (probably in a couple of weeks). I'm definitely going to buy some of those alarms you stick on doors with command strips that set off the alarms, and I've also talked with the program leader about organising to have some security cameras installed. I offered to manage their installation personally, to both save on costs and for a cool project to do (in case you lot haven't noticed, I am a bit of a computer nerd).

I also haven't had anything critical stolen or damaged, which is good. Nothing I can't live without. I don't have high hopes he'll be arrested or charged, but even if he doesn't, I'm covered under my orgs insurance, so they'll be replacing/fixing everything that's been lost or stolen.

(Although on a bad note, I realised about 4 other things have gone missing, all mostly low value things from my main room. I think this happened last week when they had to fix my lock for an unrelated reason, I think somebody left my room unsupervised and he took the opportunity to nick a few things that were in sight. Nothing super valuable, just my diffuser, a powerboard, an echo dot, and some cheap earbuds).

Doggo walk noir...

Police report submitted. I received a "notice to the victim" and she said that somebody will call me within 48 hours and I should avoid contaminating the area in case crime scene services decide to attend. Spooky. I'm going to see if I can convince my org to submit a property damage report for the broken walls, doors, and locks, but I doubt they will (they don't like pressing charges as a general rule of thumb, I've seen kids damage 3x3m sections of wall, kick doors in, and try to torch houses and they still don't call police.

I'm impressed with the police assistance line, the people I spoke to were very nice and understanding. I don't have a very high impression of police, generally (although I don't hate them). But every time I've called the PAL they've always been respectful and polite. Such a good service.

Was just reminded that at my previous job, the 33f supervisor and the 40m appointment setter called each other "work husband/wife". She has a long-term boyfriend, and he is married to his husband...

I've given myself the ick again. I hate those terms. Like, we don't have to reduce every male/female friendship into "wife/husband", just with the "work" qualifier.

Men and women can be friends at the workplace, and it is entirely appropriate to call each other "friends". My hot take is that "work husband/wife" is gross and inappropriate.

Today's the day I finally get to go home. I've been away for just about 3 weeks. Unfortunately though I won't be able to get into my room. The other kid blames me for him being kicked out, so he tried to pick my lock or something. Whatever he did, he fucked it up and I've been told it no longer unlocks. Apparently there's a locksmith coming sometime between 9am and 5pm tomorrow to fix it, but until then I guess I'll just be chilling in the lounge room.

I'm also a bit worried honestly, because he seems like the type to hold grudges. I don't know what I'm going to be walking back into, and what state of disrepair the house is going to be in. Also, I'll be alone for the foreseeable future and, well, he knows where I live. He's been abusive towards me a few times (although not directly at me, just at other people who've passed it onto me) over the last few weeks, too. Probably pessimistic and over the top, but I'm kind of expecting a brick to come through the window tomorrow night. Hoping for the best, but bracing for the worst, I guess

I will be in my blanket fort for the rest of the day. If anyone needs me, too bad.

Today has been a day of rumination about the breakup and me telling myself I'm not good enough because he didn't think I was good enough (logically I know this is silly). As a result, I've really just made myself feel shitty. Using this as an accountability post to get off my butt and head to the shops to buy food for the meal prep I was meant to do, like yesterday.

I've been taking the dog outside on a retractable lead. I encourage him to do pee-pees but he's shy even though I know he's a dirty little boy.

So I put some newspaper down in the kitchen and explained nicely that in times of an emergency could he please use the facilities provided and NOT on my fucking carpet. 🤞

De-toothing complete. Apparently the tooth was a stubborn little bugger, with an extra root and twisted on a weird angle. It didn't really hurt having it taken out, but now I'm back home and the anaesthetic is wearing off it is definitely getting painful. 😢

Good news: nothing from my main room is missing. My main room has a deadbolt, so he couldn't get in. My spare room isn't so lucky, it isn't a deadbolt, so he was able to get a screwdriver into the lock and push it open. For my main room though, he drilled a screw inside the lock hole and went mental kicking the door, but it didn't work. Honestly impressed. Our front door isn't a deadbolt though, which is a bit nerve wracking. I now know how easy it is to push the type of lock on my spare room open

Bad news: my MacBook isn't in my main room which means it has definitely been stolen. I actually grabbed it before but then decided I wouldn't need it so it wasn't worth carrying. I thought I left it on my bed, but I actually left it on my desk, so it's gone.

I'm really pissed about the poster. It was a nice canvas poster thing that I got as a Christmas present with the Tokyo train map on it. Completely slashed. Right through the middle. End to end. It's not irreplaceable, but it had sentimentality. The MacBook is almost a decade old, missing screws, has shitty battery life, and has deep gouges marks in the top from when another kid at a previous place got shitty at me and scratched it up.

I asked about the threats he made over the phone to someone else, but apparently that was a misphrasing on their part. He didn't threaten me, he was just abusive towards me. That makes me feel ever so slightly better about it, but

You've all had a hard day, here is Mickey's head if it helps.