So, just another update on my workplace drama (or trauma!). The woman who rents the office across from me found the front door broken into last week. On Sunday I worked til 11:00am and walked out with my client. From beside my building, a guy came speeding off on a bike. I'm thinking WTF is going on here and why is it my building and me being targeted. Then when I came in Monday morning, Kristi left a note on my door to come see her immediately. When she got to the office at 6:00, my office door was wide open. She thought for sure she was going to find me dead inside. Only thing tampered was a treatment cart and my file cabinet. Nothing missing. I had taken the money home on Sunday. After being initialy shocked that my office was breached,I checked the side door entrance and it was ajar. I figure he entered while I was working and went to the side door and unlocked it. Then between noon and six the next morning they came and searched my office for drugs and syringes. Now they know that I'm worthless to them so I suspect this drama has come to an end.
Since there are groups of addicts coming through that rehab, I have decided to never wear my lab coat outside. In addition, I will empty my trash in the dumpster next to their smoking space first thing in the morning. I will be careful to check that side door. And I will be armed.