This morning I received a "Dear Dr. Turboglacier" letter from the Veterans' Administration, where I just turned down a job offer last month. I expected it to be a "It was a pleasure to meet you anyway" letter. Instead, its purpose was to notify me that a hard drive containing my name, social security number, physician identification number, and other personal information was stolen from a VA facility somehwere in Alabama. The letter urged me to [waste the entire day tomorrow calling "800" numbers in what will almost certainly be a futile attempt to] obtain my credit report from all three national credit agencies, notifiy the dedicated VA "hotline" of my whereabouts, contact some-or-other national agency to put a "fraud alert" on my credit accounts, and, in general, become anxious that my identity and finances are being actively usurped at this moment. I'm not sure if this is what the VA does to everyone who turns them down for a job, or if I just had bad luck. But it's pissing me off.
Then I came home to find that someone had stolen one of the three pots of pansies that I put out on the front steps last weekend. The pansies were really cheering up the neighborhood and making me happy. Who steals fucking pots of pansies?
In the words of Seinfeld-- "People! They're the worst!"