Absolutely fucking fuming, so please excuse my language.
I leave the station, having headed back home from doing one of the coolest things ever (more of which later), turn into the car park to drive to work and discover my car is gone.
Some thieving scumbag has stolen my car.
Along with the car is a uniform or two, some hi-vis jackets, my personal travel first aid kit, my work phone and, most importantly, my work ID card and my entry card to one of our local hospitals.
Top Team Leader and top AOM (my local management team) have given me permission to blow off tonight's shift so that I can kick something soft. They know that if a patient pissed me off tonight I'd be likely to be less than gentle with them.
I think that this brings the number of times my (lovely) car has been stolen up to eight. I'm feeling that familiar feeling of wanting revenge, of wanting to punch someone in the face repeatedly – but because they stole my property rather then try mugging me, there is no-one to punch.
It's the feeling of powerlessness that gets me, the desire to visit bloody revenge on the shiftless scum who did this to me. They are probably the sort of people who I spend my night shifts picking out of the gutter, drunken and violent. At moments like this I think, “Fuck it, let 'em die”.
So instead, if you were the person who stole my car, here's a suggestion.
There are some plastic vials with a drug in them – if you want to get really high, why don't you try injecting it into your bloodstream and see what happens?
It'll make at least one of us happy…
I may feel saner in the morning.
UPDATE: I'm getting special treatment, because of the uniform and ID card, 'intelligence' is being passed to the counter-terrorism squad. This makes me hopeful for a dawn raid with the suspects being tazered. In the head. Several times.
And normally I'm quite liberal…