Not-so-intelligent burglar

There's nothing like a little break-in to make you become super careful/paranoid about locking all the doors and windows.
Last night we apparently had a somewhat minor, um, entering at my apartment. I'd say breaking and entering, but the door was unlocked--we even have a welcome mat--so it can't really be considered breaking in. Maybe trespassing is a better term. At any rate, I was sleeping quite peacefully when my bedroom door opened and shut quickly, the noise and the light from our hallway/sink area waking me. I wasn't aware enough (nor did I have my spectacles on, obviously) to see who had opened my door, but assuming it was my roommate home from her night out on the town (possibly slightly drunk and just messing around), I climbed out of bed and locked my door. She could go have her giggles elsewhere.
Interestingly enough, it wasn't Amber at all. She didn't even arrive home until around 9 a.m. (this happened probably between 2 and 4 a.m.), but I didn't know that until I talked with her this evening and found out her PDA, wallet (which luckily carried no cash), and a $5 bill were missing from her bedroom. The pieces fell together--we had been burgled in the middle of the night.
Unfortunately for us, Lauren's boyfriend hadn't locked the door when he left to go home, and of course we all assumed it had been taken care of and went to sleep in ignorance, leaving our humble abode wide open for anyone to visit.
We've talked to the police, of course, but obviously they have almost nothing to go on (the only sighting was a fleeting glance of light from a blind-as-a-bat girl in a foggy, sleep-induced state), and it's not like this never happens in this town. Burglary is a pretty common occurrence around here. But it's funny how it always seems to be one of those things that happens to other people...until it happens to you. Pretty creepy to think an unwelcome stranger prowled around in our house last night. But I'm glad I wasn't really aware at the time because I might have had a slight heart attack if I had known what was really going on.
And I've come to the conclusion that our burglar wasn't all that smart. I mean, he turned on a light, for Pete's sake, and a bright one at that. Isn't thievery something you're supposed to do under the cover of darkness so you don't alert anyone? And on top of that, after he'd discovered Amber's things, he decides to come open MY door--duh. Doesn't a closed door generally mean someone's in there? Also, he didn't touch Amber's checkbook that was in open view, nor the cord that charges her PDA (what's he going to do when it dies?). Lauren's cell phone was in the living room, but he didn't take that either. So overall, he didn't make out that well (Amber's ID, bus pass, and debit card were all in her possession at the time, not in her wallet), but we all certainly learned our lesson. You can bet the apartment is closed up tighter than Fort Knox tonight. (I'm not even sure where Fort Knox is, but I heard that saying once and thought it was great.)

Ah, life in a college town. Nothing quite like it.

On a lighter note, I endured orientation at Kohl's tonight. Basically just a bunch of paperwork and watching videos on store safety and emergencies, Kohl's policies and various "how-to" instructional things. Pretty boring. But I actually start real training for a couple hours on Monday, so that should be much more interesting. The best news about being a Kohl's employee is the 15% discount--even on sale items! You just can't beat a good bargain.

Andrew's coming to PA this weekend, so I'll be heading home tomorrow afternoon so we can hang out with mom and pop. Looks like we're going to have homemade pizza for supper...thinking about it makes me kind of hungry...