This weekend has been generally not a good weekend, but up until now, it was just annoying, not problematic. I guess it’s not that problematic, but well…
I’m sleeping at work tonight.
I decided to do one simple thing tonight. I would walk out of my apartment and get Chinese food from the restaurant right next to my apartment. It’s like a 2 minute walk from my door, if that. No big problem, right?
First, I need to grab the wallet. This is important, as I must pay. Keys, hmm.. Nah, don’t need keys, I’m only going next door. I’ll be back in 10 minutes. Open the door, lock it, close it behind me. Wait, lock it? CRAP!
So I called the main office for the company that owns the apartment complex. Turns out they’re stationed in Texas, are are evacuated at the moment. Goody. Fortunately, they had backups. Lots and lots of unconnected backups. I reached one of them, no clue where it was, and they said I can expect a call soon from someone at my complex who could unlock my door. Great! I’ll just wait then.
45 minutes pass.
Called again, got someone else in a completely different state. She explained the whole problem, and the process for getting my door unlocked. First, a person at one of these offices sends an e-mail to someone at some other office. An e-mail. Great. Hurray for instant communication. Eventually, someone gets that e-mail, picks a person from the apartment complex in question, and calls.
Now, one of these two things didn’t work out so well, as it was almost three hours before I gave up. I decided to head to work and just get work done overnight, and sleep during Monday afternoon.
Next time I’ll know better than to think, “Keys? Nah, I don’t need keys!”
There was a slight cognitive dissonance while reading your post. Reason?
I live in Greece, where (usually) no outwards-facing door has on the outside a handle that can open it. Locked or not, you can’t enter the house/appartment without keys.
Dude, you always bring your keys.
Even if I’m going downstairs to do laundry, I bring my keys. My girlfriend, on the other hand, doesn’t bring her keys or wallet with her when we travel together.
What if I got hit by a bus?
Reason? It was the end of a long day, and the beginning of a very long night. Thoughts don’t always flow so easily at times like that.
I live in the US where all doors have door knobs.
You should lobby for retinal scanners to replace the locks.
Mark: That would kick ass. I think my apartment complex may frown upon it though.