Yup. That's right, for she is me! Why would I call myself a dumbass? Well it's a pretty fun story.
Yesterday began as a usual morning for me. (Get up, take out the dog, get dressed, brush hair and teeth, pack lunch, walk out, walk to train, hop on train, go to work) Except the one thing that is normally included in those tasks was not done. A couple years ago when I first moved here I locked myself out of my apartment. It sucked. Especially when I was charged almost 50 bucks by the apartment complex, which at time, I was paying 1320 a month to them....still to this day don't know what that money was for...anyways, so I became very paranoid about my keys and I always checked from then on that they were in my bag.
Fast forward to yesterday. I haven't been sleeping well and I was rushing , but felt it was Ok and went on through my workday. I was very queasy and tired, and all I could think about all day was going home and taking a nap. So I get home yesterday afternoon. Reach into my bag for my wad of keys... The keys were not in their spot...BLERG! Frick frick frick. My husband wouldn't be home for another 2 hours so what do I do?? I have no keys and of course the door is locked.
I decided to walk to the office. It was only 4:50. They close at 6:00 so I figured I could just get a spare key real quick and unlock the door and return the key. I walked over to the building to the leasing office where the huge sign on the door reads..9:00 am to 6:00 pm Monday-Friday. But the door is locked..no one is there. Now I'm trying to understand why hours are posted when they truly do not apply to the rental office.
Dejected, I pulled out the cell phone and called maintenance. They have keys for when they go in and "fix things" which really means they go in, look at the dish washer, say yeah it's broken and then we never see them again. The guy answers and I can barely understand him anyways since I'm not latino, but I'm used ot that crap here, and he tells me, he won't do lock outs. I have to call a locksmith. Who wants to charge me 150 bucks. And he is the friend of the maintenance guy. Hello! RIP OFF!
So, while the whole situation is hilarious, deep inside I want to cry. But I calmly walked back to my building and climbed the stairs and sat at the top. Looking at my locked door. Home and a nap was so close but it was like the door just mocked me. I pulled out a paper clip and tried to pick the lock, cuz I'm a ninja like that! Of course I'm a craptastic ninja and it didn't work so I sat down and decided to read.
After about five minutes of reading my book, I got angry and decided I was gonna leave a hate note to the rental office. Apparently, I have very violent tendencies that I harbour. I walked back getting happy at the nasty things I was about to write and the door was open! They had simply been showing an apartment. Sweet and damn at the same time. I was so ready to chew an ass. So I got my key and got into my apartment and all was right with the world again.
Until the next time I do something stupid.....
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