The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I could tell you about my whole dang day, but that would be long and boring.
I will, on the other hand, tell you the two events that ruined it.

1. I took Kati out to do her senior pictures. We've been meaning to do them for a while and just barely got around to it.  Although, when I snapped the first picture all I got was a lovely flashing "Error 99", instead of Kati's smiling face. I tried again, and again, and all I could get was the dang error message. So after trying everything I could, I finally gave up and called Canon. They had me try a few things, only to come to the conclusion that something was wrong with the internal body of my camera, and that I would have to ship it to them to have it fixed. Also, that the repairs were going to cost a few hundred dollars. After getting all of the information I  needed to have it repaired, Kati and I went over to Pictureline to see if there was anything they could do.
There wasn't.
Then (since I had a babysitter) we went over to the mall to grab a couple of things.

2. When Kati and I came out of the mall, I unlocked my car and it beeped three times. What does it mean when it beeps three times? That the alarm has been set off.
So I immediately ran to the back of my car, and sure enough, my camera bag was gone. When we left Pictureline I put my camera under a chair (a photo prop) and put a blanket on the chair. Not to mention you can't see into the back of my car because the windows are tinted. So, the only thing I can figure out is that whoever stole it watched me put my camera away at Pictureline and followed us to the mall. I recently read about people following photographers and stealing their equipment, but because I hadn't really been using my camera and it was safely hidden I didn't think too much of it.  All they grabbed was the camera bag. Not the stereo, my ipod, Kati's bag... just my camera bag.  Which unfortunately held thousands of dollars of equipment. Equipment that has taken a lot of work, time, and sacrifice to acquire.

The only thing that brings me a little bit of joy is that some idiot stole a broken camera. It's kind of ironic. In fact I'll probably laugh about it tomorrow. At least a little bit....or maybe not.
Unfortunately, he (or she?) also got two lenses, two batteries, several memory cards, an external flash, my business cards, and all of my other little toys and accessories.... all of which work perfectly. And quite frankly, I would rather pay a few hundred dollars to have my camera repaired, then the thousands it will take to replace it.

Now I am just waiting to hear back from our insurance to find out if they will cover anything. My car wasn't damaged, which I am grateful for. The cop said they knew what they were doing, whatever that means. They just picked the lock (in a broad daylight) and helped themselves to my things.

Now I'm feeling rather

Angry

Vulnerable

Sad

and Tired. 

So I think I'll go to bed.