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Last 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.

Date: 2006-01-11 05:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] matsujo9.livejournal.com
AWWWWWWWWW *hugs you bunches*

I used to do that in my old apartment, but luckily, my landlord ran the local hardware store, and they kept spare keys there.

Date: 2006-01-11 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharona1x2.livejournal.com
*hugs tightly* I'm so sorry that had to happen to you. Definitely get an extra set of keys made, and have someone you trust who is nearby keep them for you.

Date: 2006-01-11 05:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maeran.livejournal.com
Oh, sweetheart. *huggles you* I'm so glad she offered to let you stay. It's still winter. *hughug* (Forgetting keys once doesn't mean you can't live on your own. Don't be silly. And the superintendent should be complained to -- the management should have keys AND be able to give them to you in cases of emergency.)

And yes, strangers can be surprisingly kind at times. World = still not the evil place people make out to be sometimes. ^__^

Date: 2006-01-11 05:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] becky-h.livejournal.com
Oh. Oh honey.

Date: 2006-01-11 05:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] baffledking.livejournal.com
Oh honey. I'm glad she was there for you.

Date: 2006-01-11 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plotholeman.livejournal.com
Ah one of the reasons that I'm glad my apartment has three other guys livin' in it. It wouldn't be long before one of them showed up, laughed at me, and opened the door... And that's assuming that they all left in the first place!

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!

Date: 2006-01-11 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amet.livejournal.com
Oh my god, that sucks. I'm glad you're okay. ^^;;

Date: 2006-01-12 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nevacaruso.livejournal.com
CRIPES. You officially have me beat by a mile when it comes to Scary New York Experiences. I'm glad you're okay. *hugs lots and lots and lots*

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