ML PI
28/05/07 18:43 Filed in: Musing
Over the
last few weeks, I've been busy refurbishing my office and studio,
replacing the roof of the studio and merging two smaller office
spaces into one in a never ending cloud of cement and
sawdust.
The roof posed a particular challenge as we took one long slope with almost no pitch, broke it in the middle and then had to figure out what to do with the water that was now going to be flowing toward the back wall of the house.
To that end, the contractor and I agreed to bring in a guttering specialist to get the job done right.
The guy arrived with two largely useless assistants and got the job mostly done. The next morning, I realised my phone was gone.
Now regular readers of BitDepth might have remembered me flogging this phone, a Nokia number that was part of a junket to Germany last year that I reported on a year ago here.
I was surprised at how attached I'd become to the unit, then I got angry that somebody has casually taken my property right under my nose.
So I had all calls stopped and ordered a report on all activity on the phone over the past 16 hours. Then I found the guttering team and confronted them with the list and asked for the phone back.
Now I really don't have the time for this kind of thing and really didn't want to go to the police about this, particularly since I had no real faith that anything would happen, in spite of an intimidating list of more than 50 phone calls made on the phone after it left my house.
Driving back from Maraval, Wayne, the contractor began calling the numbers, channelling Columbo with impressive fluency.
"I find this phone on a job and it have your number on it. I trying to get in touch with (names of the workers)"
Finally, one person unknowingly gave up OB, a lanky young man who had protested his innocence with wide-eyed earnestness.
Confronted, he caved quickly and eventually gave up the phone.
I talked to OB about what he had done, but I don't think any of it was particularly real to him. The phone had been extensively customised when I got it back, with rap videos and music, wall papers and a long list of his friends and family in the address book.
I told OB that I hoped he had learned something from the incident, but I'm really not that hopeful.
What he's probably taken away is an understanding that he should dump the SIM card from the next phone he steals and get the device unlocked before he uses it.
I don't pretend to understand these children, but I keep meeting more and more of them.
The roof posed a particular challenge as we took one long slope with almost no pitch, broke it in the middle and then had to figure out what to do with the water that was now going to be flowing toward the back wall of the house.
To that end, the contractor and I agreed to bring in a guttering specialist to get the job done right.
The guy arrived with two largely useless assistants and got the job mostly done. The next morning, I realised my phone was gone.
Now regular readers of BitDepth might have remembered me flogging this phone, a Nokia number that was part of a junket to Germany last year that I reported on a year ago here.
I was surprised at how attached I'd become to the unit, then I got angry that somebody has casually taken my property right under my nose.
So I had all calls stopped and ordered a report on all activity on the phone over the past 16 hours. Then I found the guttering team and confronted them with the list and asked for the phone back.
Now I really don't have the time for this kind of thing and really didn't want to go to the police about this, particularly since I had no real faith that anything would happen, in spite of an intimidating list of more than 50 phone calls made on the phone after it left my house.
Driving back from Maraval, Wayne, the contractor began calling the numbers, channelling Columbo with impressive fluency.
"I find this phone on a job and it have your number on it. I trying to get in touch with (names of the workers)"
Finally, one person unknowingly gave up OB, a lanky young man who had protested his innocence with wide-eyed earnestness.
Confronted, he caved quickly and eventually gave up the phone.
I talked to OB about what he had done, but I don't think any of it was particularly real to him. The phone had been extensively customised when I got it back, with rap videos and music, wall papers and a long list of his friends and family in the address book.
I told OB that I hoped he had learned something from the incident, but I'm really not that hopeful.
What he's probably taken away is an understanding that he should dump the SIM card from the next phone he steals and get the device unlocked before he uses it.
I don't pretend to understand these children, but I keep meeting more and more of them.
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