So, I’ve learned a few things the hard way about my recent situation at the mini-storage I chose to go with. The first is, make sure you have Renters Insurance. It’s cheap and not very hard to work with when trying to get your belongings back. Although, at first I had thought outside of the Windows 7 disc, I really had no reason to make a claim.
This leads me to the second thing I learned. When placing things in storage, make sure you take inventory of all the items you put in. Sure, it’s a pain in the ass. However this will save you from what I discovered yesterday. See, when I was standing there with the police officer who was making out the report, I was listing things off that I could recall that immediately come to mind. That’s because those items were the things important to me at the moment.
Turns out, I’m missing a whole lot more than I realized. Last night I decided to go pull out a few things and put them in the house for safer keeping, as well as it was about time to grab that extra pair of new shoes I bought a few months ago. Gone. Along with all the things I had bought and put away for when I get my own place to live. Like that nice matching set of silverware. The nice canvas dog house/kennel for Chase’s bed. These and an entire box of things that are probably now at the local pawn shop. And because I have no record of these items and I didn’t have renters insurance, I get the fine pleasure of replacing all these items again out of pocket. So as I remember them, I’m adding them back to my list. Of course, the more I think about it, the more I get pissed off as the S.O.B’s that did this to me. Wishing them a world of hurt and pain. Perhaps they were feeding a drug habit that will eventually leave them cold and dying in a ditch one day.