Cranky hates the world

Woke up this morning. Walked down to my car. Stopped because there was a Chili's black book bill thingy in the street. Turns out it was someone's till or whatever, so we put it on the lawn across the street because I think that's where it belongs. Thought it was weird to see the Chili's thing in the middle of the street, but whatever.

Turn around to see my car door open. Trashed. Inside totally trashed. Glove compartment ripped open. Papers and things strewn everywhere. It looked like a wet rabid cat went into a frenzy in my car. The console was ripped open and tapes (yes, I have some Aerosmith and Whitesnake tapes in there) smashed. The backseat looked like it had been through a tornado. Important papers EVERYWHERE! Best of all, the lightbulb in my overhead light was stolen, as was the extra lightbulb in the little fuse box thingy on the dash.

No bags. My two work bags stolen.

Get to work. Email from front desk saying that the middle school near my house found the bags. Edgy picks up the bags at lunchtime but says stuff is missing and that the bags are soaking wet, as are the papers and books inside.

Had late meeting. Get home at 8. So excited bags are there. Look at bags. The only three things I needed out of those bags (attendance book, grade book, and lesson plan book) are missing. Hiked all over middle school property. Not there.

I'm buggered.