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mllelaurelLast night, I was gong to post a kind of blow-by-blow of living on my own, so far. Unfortunately, the night chose to provide me with a much better example of Ways Lily Fails at Life than all the unopenable jars and sketchy sinks put together. Namely, I managed to lock myself out of my apartment.
Normally, I wear my keys on a lanyard around my neck. Since they jingle distractingly, however, I take them off at the office and place them on my desk. At the end of the day, I make sure to put them on again. This time, I forgot. I went merrily on my hour-and-a-half commute, and the keys remained where they lay, soon to be locked in for the night. It wasn't until I was at the door of my aparment that I realized something was missing.
Clearly not the actions of a role model. But it gets worse. After determining that the superintendent doesn't carry extra keys (and wouldn't have offered them to me anyway, even if he had, since I am a very recent, and technically illegal tennant), and the fire escape didn't extend to my window, as well as being too high up for me to reach, I went on a nice long walk up and down the street. And let me tell you - look up 'pathetic' in the dictionary, and you'll find my picture.
I discovered that, in order for one to spend the night on a park bench, there first needs to be a park or a bench in the area.
Having discovered no 'traditional' places to crash (I also checked the library, which was closed, and the building's basement, which was locked), I parked my ass outside my door, and proceeded to look small and lost. Believe me, it was no act. Finally, the nice woman next door heard my shuffling, and let me stay with her for the night. Words cannot describe how grateful I was and am, or how touched I am that she'd do that for someone who's effectively a stranger. Ony goes to show that those who say that no one gives a shit about other people anymore are full of it.
In the morning, I got up, and went to work, where I am now, typing this out, instead of stuffng rejecion slip envelopes. Cause I'm a lazy biotch, and my boss is the best ever!
And that, in short, is why I wasn't online last night.
Normally, I wear my keys on a lanyard around my neck. Since they jingle distractingly, however, I take them off at the office and place them on my desk. At the end of the day, I make sure to put them on again. This time, I forgot. I went merrily on my hour-and-a-half commute, and the keys remained where they lay, soon to be locked in for the night. It wasn't until I was at the door of my aparment that I realized something was missing.
Clearly not the actions of a role model. But it gets worse. After determining that the superintendent doesn't carry extra keys (and wouldn't have offered them to me anyway, even if he had, since I am a very recent, and technically illegal tennant), and the fire escape didn't extend to my window, as well as being too high up for me to reach, I went on a nice long walk up and down the street. And let me tell you - look up 'pathetic' in the dictionary, and you'll find my picture.
I discovered that, in order for one to spend the night on a park bench, there first needs to be a park or a bench in the area.
Having discovered no 'traditional' places to crash (I also checked the library, which was closed, and the building's basement, which was locked), I parked my ass outside my door, and proceeded to look small and lost. Believe me, it was no act. Finally, the nice woman next door heard my shuffling, and let me stay with her for the night. Words cannot describe how grateful I was and am, or how touched I am that she'd do that for someone who's effectively a stranger. Ony goes to show that those who say that no one gives a shit about other people anymore are full of it.
In the morning, I got up, and went to work, where I am now, typing this out, instead of stuffng rejecion slip envelopes. Cause I'm a lazy biotch, and my boss is the best ever!
And that, in short, is why I wasn't online last night.
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Date: 2006-01-11 05:01 pm (UTC)I used to do that in my old apartment, but luckily, my landlord ran the local hardware store, and they kept spare keys there.
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Date: 2006-01-11 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-11 06:25 pm (UTC)I second the person who recomended a spare set of keys. If you don't have anyone you trust to give them to, is there someplace *really* sneaky you can hide them near your door?
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Date: 2006-01-11 05:12 pm (UTC)And yes, strangers can be surprisingly kind at times. World = still not the evil place people make out to be sometimes. ^__^
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Date: 2006-01-11 06:18 pm (UTC)Ayup!
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Date: 2006-01-11 05:56 pm (UTC)It's good that you didn't journey to a park bench or something though. That would be freaky and stuff. It's also good that the woman next door let you in. At least it wasn't creepy Mr. Jenkins the Pervert down the row!
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Date: 2006-01-11 06:21 pm (UTC)...You know what's sad? I think we have an actual Mr. Jenkins in the building. No idea if he's a pervert, seeing as I've never seen him - just his name on the roster.
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Date: 2006-01-12 01:15 pm (UTC)I've just learned to accept the fact that these things happen to me such is my luck.
And then, people wonder why I sometimes think I'm actually a character whose writer/player doesn't like her very much. Or alternately adores her and has funny ways of showing it.
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Date: 2006-01-13 02:12 am (UTC)And of course there was the Incident of the Lost Wallet, on my last day in the city, no less. Like you, though, I was lucky: nobody ran me over, and someone found the lost wallet on the platform with the cash gone but everything else intact - including my work number, which she called. And chewed my ear a bit, but I know that I deserved that.