Things which have been happening to me lately have just been unbelievable.
1 - Shortly before I move I start storing stuff in the car and someone breaks into it, stealing all my portable eletronics: digital camera, digital video camera, music/video player (to a value of about $1,500 - $2,000).
2 - I don't see a penny of the money which the Virginia Supreme Court owes me for my last few weeks of indigent defense work for over three weeks - after having budgeted it in as necessary for the move.
3 - The local post office doesn't deliver my mail - including all my forwarded mail - to box on the street marked "15" (my address); it delivers it to the box in my neighbors' yard which has a 25 on its side. After a couple visits to the post office I'm finally told where my mail is and when I walk around to the front of that there is "15 Pitcairn Br" (my address) written on a piece of tape and 2 1/2 weeks of mail is inside.
4 - Of course, included in the forwarded letters is a bar complaint from one of my loving former clients. It's been sitting in the box for about two weeks and the answer is already past due.
5 - I drive to Pikeville, Kentucky to go to the only sports bar I can find in any of the local communities in order to watch the Bengals. I get there five minutes after the game has started and discover that the sports bar is closed on Sunday.
6 - Someone shot my cat yesterday. Behind my house is a mountain, on the other side of the road is a mountain, to the right is a large field, to the left is a house whose owners are rarely home, further to the left is a guy who feeds all the local stray cats (maybe 20 or so). So, I know my neighbors didn't do this. That means somebody was driving down the road, saw a cat - with a collar, no less - and decided to take a shot at him.
7. When I try to use my credit/debit card to pay the vet this morning it didn't work. I call my bank and find out that someone has stolen my card number and has been trying to buy all sorts of junk on the internet. The account is canceled. This should make life all sorts of interesting since the closest branch of my bank is a hour plus away, closes at 4 most days, my checks all have my old address (figure the odds of cashing one), and all but $25 of my pocket money went to the vet.
It's a good thing I like the new job and people here 'cuz otherwise I'd write that country song and sing it backward.