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Well, I FINALLY, after almost three weeks, got my money back from the bank. When they called to tell me they'd credited the $700 dollars to my account, they were all huffy about it, as if I should be grateful to get my own money back when it was their own negligence that allowed the thug who mugged me at gunpoint to take it out of the ATM in the first place! Kinda like Shrub taking away millions of jobs, then saying that those who have jobs should be grateful for whatever scraps they're thrown, no matter how bad the job is!
They still haven't sent me a replacement debit/credit card, which I was supposed to have gotten last week. In a way that's a good thing, though, because I'm sure I'm spending a lot less money than I would if I had the card, lol!
I've gotten a lot more observant and careful about my surroundings. I actually notice my surroundings now, wherever I am, and I no longer automatically take for granted that something bad will always happen to the other guy. I'm a bit more trusting of people, although not as much as I'd like. But I have to remind myself that it's only been three weeks, that it's normal to still feel a little suspicious and distrustful of people. But I am getting better at it. I no longer work any overtime unless someone else is in the office who can walk me to my car, which is probably a good safety measure even if I hadn't been mugged in my workplace parking lot. I'm not as afraid of going places alone as I was right after it happened, but I'm still a little leery. I think I'm getting better in that respect as well, though it'll be a long time before I'm totally back to normal.
And you know, the thing that really gets me is that the guy seemed desperate, even as he was jamming the gun in my ribs and then in my neck, I could sense the desperation. He simply couldn't get over the fact that I only had a few dollars cash on me, it was as if he had to have the money or he'd die. Now, dollars to donuts he wanted money for drugs, I'm certainly not at all naive where that's concerned. But if he was in really desperate need, say for food, rent money, money for medicine, or something like that, I wouldn't have minded helping him. I've been in desperate financial straits myself, and was fortunate to run into people who were glad to help me out. So now that I'm in a little better financial situation (not great, but a lot better than it used to be, especially for a college graduate!), I wouldn't have minded helping out. That's what really gets me.
As for the police investigation, I've heard nothing, I don't even think they're really working on it all that much. I'm sure it's not important to them, since I'm just another statistic, another number and name on a police report. I don't even know if they've gotten the film from the ATM surveillance camera, or talked to the FBI agent who saw the guy standing at my car door about an hour before it happened, and thought he was acting a little weird (there's an FBI office in my office building).
But I'm alive, and that's what really counts. And I got my money back. And I'm getting a little bit better, one day at a time, as far as fear, suspicion, and distrust of others are concerned. And hopefully, that will continue!
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