Ok, so I’m a little freaked out lately. No, it’s not because it’s Halloween season–I love that. Someone broke into the office down the hall from my work’s last week–apparently in the evening some time between 5 and 7 p.m., and I was there until 6 p.m. So I was just down the hall when it was happening.
Luckily no one got hurt; whoever it was took several laptops and apparently rummaged around in the employees’ belongings. One of the people in my office thinks she saw the guy that did it, though, walking around in our office an hour or so before the break-in happened. She said that a man wandered past her office, and she stopped him and asked what he was doing. She said he looked suspicious (She thought to herself to ask the building manager why he would hire someone who looked like he was on drugs) and was carrying residential-size air filters. He told her he was “just finishing up,” and was trying to find his way out.
Well, she knew better than to believe he was working on air filters, not only because she recognized the filters were small, home-use ones but because she knows that our office does not take conventional filters (we have some sort of industrial-style air system, and people come and work on in all the time–so she knows all the maintenance people.)
I was feeling creeped out today at work because there’s a side door to our office right next to my desk, and sometime after 4:30 (when one of my co-workers leaves and locks that door) I heard someone bang into it, like they expected it to be open. I supposed it could have been one of my co-workers coming back from the bathroom, not realizing the door had been locked yet, but I don’t know. It also could’ve been that guy trying to come in the side way, unnoticed.
Because I didn’t notice anyone walking past my desk, I felt pretty weird about that all day today, until I talked to another co-worker who was there at the same time I was. She said she didn’t notice anything, either, so the guy must’ve only been in there a few minutes.
Either way, the guy was in our office casing out the joint. And from now on, when I’m working there late, I’m locking myself in.