On Monday, we had work done on our house. I’m not going to specify what kind of work, but I will say the organization is national and prides itself on customer service. They arrived exactly at eight and were out of here by nine-fifteen. I offered the guys coffee; I tipped them well; I got to hear them joking with each other, joked around with them myself, and in general had a positive experience. Until that evening, when Kiddo#1 came to me and said, “What did you do with my wallet?”
His wallet (really more of a billfold) never leaves his room. It lives in one specific drawer. Right before school, he’d received his allowance, and he put it in the wallet. Right after school, he’d gotten it out to count how much he’d saved toward his astrophotography camera, and it was gone.
Some of the work had been done in his room. I hadn’t left the house since then.
It looks bad, right? But, but, but —
I looked everywhere. I have moved furniture, stripped beds, searched the younger siblings’ rooms. I’ve got a large online community praying that God will reveal what is hidden, and one woman even described a picture she kept getting in her head during prayer. But after spending hours searching (and turning up puzzle pieces and other toys I’d previously thought lost forever) I cannot find this wallet. Kiddo#1 cannot find it. We’ve gone over every step of the morning.
But. But there are two children who could have gotten into the drawer and might have hidden it. But Kiddo#1’s routine was interrupted that morning and maybe he stuck it somewhere.
And more unanswered questions: How would they have known it was there? Why didn’t they take the money and leave the wallet, which my police-officer relative tells me is standard? Why would someone on a team that had been together for years, working for a great company, risk their job over some money in a kid’s drawer? (And if so, why didn’t they take all of it? There were two fives still sitting, alone, in that drawer.) How could anyone be so stupid? And why didn’t they at least look guilty when I tipped them?
But eventually I called the service coordinator and explained. I said I didn’t want anything done now. Please don’t discipline them. But I needed to let them know what had happened, and I would continue searching. The coordinator said she immediately suspected one of the new men they’d brought onboard…and then looked up my account to realize no, we’d had their best installation team.
In all this, I trust her. Everything she said about the guys on that team echoed what I’d observed.
So frankly, in all this, the weak link is us. Think how terrible it would be to destroy a man’s reputation and his livelihood only to find the thing months later? I could never make that right. This company fires thieves. How do you get another job if you’ve been fired for theft?
The coordinator assured me that the team lead (who’d been with them for a decade) would decide whom to keep on his team. So that’s good, at least. And they’re going to send us a check for the amount in the wallet.
I said, “But please, wait at least a week. Let me keep looking.”
Please, God, reveal whatever is hidden. Please let us find this thing. I would write letters of apology to every single member of that team and the service coordinator. I have offered a charitable donation in the name of any angel who helps us find it. I will gladly tell everyone I was an idiot. But unless or until that wallet shows up *or* someone confesses, we can’t prove what happened. That’s making me sick inside.