Never ending shit with the coworker

I opted to take the train home instead of using a taxi for two reasons. One, it was significantly cheaper. Two, people on the train to leave you alone; especially if your hair looks like a rat’s nest and if you’ve got mascara streaming down your face from crying. The train ride would take longer than taking a taxi but I didn’t mind at this point. I needed to think without getting asked a shit load of questions by the driver.

Once getting to my stop, I got out and threw my Jimmy Choo’s back on and walked the two and half city blocks to my building. I kinda booked it because I needed to take a shower and get some sleep in the next three hours before I go to work. I got to my door and noticed that the door was kicked in. I immediately called a friend of mine who works as a detective with the NYPD, asking him to come over after I explained my door. He came running over from the station down the block and stopped before colliding into me. He asked if I touched anything since I had arrived and I said that I hadn’t. He grabbed his gun, mentioned police presence and entered my apartment.

He came back out moments later and said that there was nothing missing or moved from my apartment. He said that I should go in to do a thorough search just in case. As I did so, he called crime scene techs in to double check as well and called the building manager to come up and to check out the door.

I called my boss and explained the situation. He said that he’d go ahead and pay me for the day as I took care of my apartment. He said that he’d pay me for the following  two days after that well so I could take the time I need to get my shit together, get the door fixed and maybe move into another building where there’s better security. I thanked my boss for his kindness and his understanding. Before hanging up with him, he said that he’s sending one of the closest field reps to pick me up so I could spend a few days with them as everything gets taken care of.

I go back into the apartment to gather some belongings so I could stay with the unnamed coworker that’s on their way. I should just ask my buddy from the NYPD if I could just crash on his super uncomfortable couch for a few days instead. As I walk over to him and just about to ask him, guess who walks in? No one other than the married coworker I’d just left a hours ago. I call my boss back asking if I could just send my coworker into work without me spending time at his house. I even mentioned my friend in the NYPD but my boss was insistent on my co worker. It didn’t work, unfortunately! I was to go home with my co worker and I was dreading it.