I've lost one of our sets of keys. Yes, the set that has the mail key attached. >.<
I took it with me to check for mail when I put the laundry on last night, and when George went looking for it half an hour ago to take with him as he did errands, it was nowhere to be found. I've turned the apartment upside down. No sign of it.
I could have left it in the mailbox; I wasn't feeling very well yesterday, and it might have slipped my mind. When I went downstairs just now to check with the caretaker (not home), I stopped at the mailboxes, and mine was open.
*headdesk, repeatedly*
A phone message has been left for the caretaker, who works days. Hopefully when she gets home she'll have some good news for me (that the keys have been turned in).
I am so fucking stupid. And a loser. And stupid again. If we have to get the locks replaced...
I took it with me to check for mail when I put the laundry on last night, and when George went looking for it half an hour ago to take with him as he did errands, it was nowhere to be found. I've turned the apartment upside down. No sign of it.
I could have left it in the mailbox; I wasn't feeling very well yesterday, and it might have slipped my mind. When I went downstairs just now to check with the caretaker (not home), I stopped at the mailboxes, and mine was open.
*headdesk, repeatedly*
A phone message has been left for the caretaker, who works days. Hopefully when she gets home she'll have some good news for me (that the keys have been turned in).
I am so fucking stupid. And a loser. And stupid again. If we have to get the locks replaced...
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You're not stupid or a loser though. Not unless, like, every other person on the planet is too.
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Oh dear regarding the keys! Things should pan out for the better **hugs**
BTW - yes, MTS is a pain in the horse butt. Smite them! Smite them good! Muahahahaha!!!
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Back when I was still working, I had three sites I supervised. My office was at one site, and I visited the other two sites at least once a week. During one of these visits, I managed - don't ask me how - to lock my keys in the trunk of the car. These included not only my house keys, but building keys. Neil had a set of keys, but he was not there, of course, and had no way of getting there. I called our road service (AAA - I think it's CAA where you are) and had a locksmith come out. He looked at our car and said, "Well, a Maxima. I've never been able to get into one of these before." My heart froze. Ordinarily, I'd've been delighted to hear that our car was burgle-proof, but NOT when La Dummy (me) had locker her keys in the trunk! The locksmith finally did manage to get the car open so I could pop the trunk and retrieve my keys, but... *sigh* I felt so dumb.
*hugs* Be kind to yourself. You're a super-special and wonderful person, and you deserve it.
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Makes me feel better. :-) Thank you for sharing it.
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