Trust . . . Who can you?

So I'm not completely naive. I know that stuff happens . . . murders, theft, deceit. I guess I just never thought it would happen to me.

Last Saturday, October 11, 2008, while Mercury was in its retrograde or whatever, I was parked at the golf course/country club parking lot where I've been parking for two whole years to do my Saturday run. The trail is the same as what I usually run, but from a different angle. That's why I choose to drive there on Saturdays. When I returned from my run, I discovered that my passenger window had been smashed and that whoever had done that had stolen my purse . . . and everything in it. Credit cards, cash, driver's license, passport, phone, digital camera, apartment keys, lipstick . . . everything. I was a bit upset to say the least.

The last week I have been trying to get my life back in order. It isn't easy. It's a vicious circle. I can't get an ID without a birth certificate. I can't get a birth certificate without notarizing a form and paying money. My bank requires a form of ID other than a MN driver's license (i.e. a passport or CA DL) but I can't get a passport without a former passport or birth certificate. I can't get a CA ID without either a passport or birth certificate.

Basically, I'm screwed. I've finally started to get replacement credit cards in the mail, but at some places I can't use them without a picture ID. Ha.

Lesson learned, but not completely understood.