STORYTIEM !! :D
Jul. 21st, 2009 03:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sigmastolen1) So a mildly off-putting guy in the library just asked me if I am on Facebook, and then suggested that I add him. CREEPER Y/Y???
2) I did a lot of things on Saturday that were... a little ridiculous. First, I overslept greatly because the batteries in my alarm clock died, which isn't actually my fault, but I had been planning to be in Long Beach before the time at which I eventually woke up. Oops. SO THEN I showered, had breakfast, what-have-you, and I dashed down to the lobby to check the mail. I took only the mail key, which isn't a big deal for the mail because the lobby (where the mailboxes live) has a "car call" button and I didn't need the key to the flat because Flatmate was there. I returned with the mail without incident, and decided to take a load of things down to my car (a bag of shoes and a bag of pots-and-pans to leave at home). I grab the stuff and the car keys and head down. Now, the garage is not like the lobby. You have to call the elevator using the elevator key, which was attached to the other key ring (the one with the keys to the building and the flat and the outside gates as well as my practise room and studio and bassoon case and house keys). I put the stuff in my car and go back to the lift, and that is when I discover that I have left the other key ring in my room. Along with my cell phone. Natch. So I'm trapped in the garage and I wait around for a couple minutes, in case some saviour comes down the lift by chance and frees me! Not in the cards, apparently. I explore the garage for a bit -- in case there are other ways into the building that I was unaware of -- our tandem space is on the lower level, which has the gate out to the street, a staircase to the (gated) side of the building, and another staircase which goes to the upper garage and then to the side of the building. I try the upper garage first, which has a laundry room and a soda machine, but still no way to get inside without keys I don't have. So then I go outside, careful that the door doesn't shut behind me in case I need to get back into the garage, and I try the outside doors -- both locked. I poke around inside the garage again, just for kicks, or in case someone is there I can beg to let me into the lift, but alas, still no. So I decide to go to the front of the building and see if I can buzz someone to let me in. Our intercom, of course, is not connected -- we don't have a landline phone (I could have sworn that when we moved, we were going to upgrade our TWC package to include digital phone, but for whatever reason Flatmate nixed that when she made the arrangements. Whatever.) -- but I try it anyway (no joy there, natch). And the managers -- no answer. Not in, apparently. Neither is Mr. Next Door, nor Young-Couple-Down-The-Hall, and I've met everyone else that lives on our floor at least once, but I don't know which units they're in, so I didn't try them. So I loiter on the sidewalk, still trapped, but this time I'm all the way outside, not even in the garage or on the side of the building, and at this point I curse myself for not thinking to grab the garage door opener from my car before letting the gates lock behind me. I ask a couple walking down the street if they have a phone I could use (not to call Flatmate, since I haven't memorized her number yet, oops, but to call my phone and hope she would (a) hear it ringing and (b) pick it up) -- they don't. So they go on their way and I decide to go round the back of the building (by way of an alley that, by the way, opens up all the way at the other end of the block) and try my luck getting Flatmate's attention by calling her name under our windows. Which she had at some point closed, or my voice didn't carry far enough, or for some other reason she didn't hear me. HOWEVER someone in the manager's apartment did (is it wrong that I'm not sure if it was the manager himself or the brother-in-law that lives with him and his wife? I've only met the former once, and the latter not at all...), and poked his head over the balcony, then agreed to come down and let me in. He then proceeded to tell me (and this is the icing on the cake) that I should have buzzed the manager's apartment. WHICH WAS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS I DID BTW AND NO ONE ANSWERED. Ah, well. He did tell me the code to unlock the front door, though, so I'm no longer TOTALLY SCREWED if I leave my keys somewhere (which I don't plan to do EVER AGAIN). Still, that was half an hour or more of my life that I can never get back. Finally I get back to my apartment, and I laugh with Flatmate about getting locked out, and she's all, "I thought you were gone a long time! I should have gone down and looked for you!" Yes. Yes you should have. *sigh* Shockingly, that's not all. I get my Oversized Shoulder Bag (and lord, I never thought I'd be one of those girls that carries around and Oversized Shoulder Bag but I totally am. I have gone through several. I use it every goddamn day) which has my keys and my phone and my wallet and everything else I need to go to Long Beach and I bid Flatmate farewell, and I go back to the garage, intending to be on my way at last... Except my car is not the one that can get out of our tandem spot, and I have left Flatmate's spare car key upstairs in the bowl by the door because even she isn't totally sure that it is in fact the spare key to her car. So I phone her sheepishly and she comes down and moves it and I finally leave for Long Beach, many, many hours after I had meant to already be there. And then there was stupid traffic and I forgot to charge my iP.O.S. so I had to listen to the radio and the radio isn't all bad but all the stations were playing crap that afternoon and I was in a mood by the time I got home... but then we proceeded to have swimming and barbecue and cake (is it wrong that it is always spelled "CAEK" in my head? This troubles me) and my dad told mildly inappropriate "patients-I-have-had" stories to my friends and it was good. Also he diagnosed the cause of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
malikamalisha's fainting spells? Which is also good.
3) OMG SO I'M PROBABLY GETTING THE KITTENS THIS WEEK YAY!!! In my near future: many hours spent captioning own cats. MWA HAHAHA
2) I did a lot of things on Saturday that were... a little ridiculous. First, I overslept greatly because the batteries in my alarm clock died, which isn't actually my fault, but I had been planning to be in Long Beach before the time at which I eventually woke up. Oops. SO THEN I showered, had breakfast, what-have-you, and I dashed down to the lobby to check the mail. I took only the mail key, which isn't a big deal for the mail because the lobby (where the mailboxes live) has a "car call" button and I didn't need the key to the flat because Flatmate was there. I returned with the mail without incident, and decided to take a load of things down to my car (a bag of shoes and a bag of pots-and-pans to leave at home). I grab the stuff and the car keys and head down. Now, the garage is not like the lobby. You have to call the elevator using the elevator key, which was attached to the other key ring (the one with the keys to the building and the flat and the outside gates as well as my practise room and studio and bassoon case and house keys). I put the stuff in my car and go back to the lift, and that is when I discover that I have left the other key ring in my room. Along with my cell phone. Natch. So I'm trapped in the garage and I wait around for a couple minutes, in case some saviour comes down the lift by chance and frees me! Not in the cards, apparently. I explore the garage for a bit -- in case there are other ways into the building that I was unaware of -- our tandem space is on the lower level, which has the gate out to the street, a staircase to the (gated) side of the building, and another staircase which goes to the upper garage and then to the side of the building. I try the upper garage first, which has a laundry room and a soda machine, but still no way to get inside without keys I don't have. So then I go outside, careful that the door doesn't shut behind me in case I need to get back into the garage, and I try the outside doors -- both locked. I poke around inside the garage again, just for kicks, or in case someone is there I can beg to let me into the lift, but alas, still no. So I decide to go to the front of the building and see if I can buzz someone to let me in. Our intercom, of course, is not connected -- we don't have a landline phone (I could have sworn that when we moved, we were going to upgrade our TWC package to include digital phone, but for whatever reason Flatmate nixed that when she made the arrangements. Whatever.) -- but I try it anyway (no joy there, natch). And the managers -- no answer. Not in, apparently. Neither is Mr. Next Door, nor Young-Couple-Down-The-Hall, and I've met everyone else that lives on our floor at least once, but I don't know which units they're in, so I didn't try them. So I loiter on the sidewalk, still trapped, but this time I'm all the way outside, not even in the garage or on the side of the building, and at this point I curse myself for not thinking to grab the garage door opener from my car before letting the gates lock behind me. I ask a couple walking down the street if they have a phone I could use (not to call Flatmate, since I haven't memorized her number yet, oops, but to call my phone and hope she would (a) hear it ringing and (b) pick it up) -- they don't. So they go on their way and I decide to go round the back of the building (by way of an alley that, by the way, opens up all the way at the other end of the block) and try my luck getting Flatmate's attention by calling her name under our windows. Which she had at some point closed, or my voice didn't carry far enough, or for some other reason she didn't hear me. HOWEVER someone in the manager's apartment did (is it wrong that I'm not sure if it was the manager himself or the brother-in-law that lives with him and his wife? I've only met the former once, and the latter not at all...), and poked his head over the balcony, then agreed to come down and let me in. He then proceeded to tell me (and this is the icing on the cake) that I should have buzzed the manager's apartment. WHICH WAS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS I DID BTW AND NO ONE ANSWERED. Ah, well. He did tell me the code to unlock the front door, though, so I'm no longer TOTALLY SCREWED if I leave my keys somewhere (which I don't plan to do EVER AGAIN). Still, that was half an hour or more of my life that I can never get back. Finally I get back to my apartment, and I laugh with Flatmate about getting locked out, and she's all, "I thought you were gone a long time! I should have gone down and looked for you!" Yes. Yes you should have. *sigh* Shockingly, that's not all. I get my Oversized Shoulder Bag (and lord, I never thought I'd be one of those girls that carries around and Oversized Shoulder Bag but I totally am. I have gone through several. I use it every goddamn day) which has my keys and my phone and my wallet and everything else I need to go to Long Beach and I bid Flatmate farewell, and I go back to the garage, intending to be on my way at last... Except my car is not the one that can get out of our tandem spot, and I have left Flatmate's spare car key upstairs in the bowl by the door because even she isn't totally sure that it is in fact the spare key to her car. So I phone her sheepishly and she comes down and moves it and I finally leave for Long Beach, many, many hours after I had meant to already be there. And then there was stupid traffic and I forgot to charge my iP.O.S. so I had to listen to the radio and the radio isn't all bad but all the stations were playing crap that afternoon and I was in a mood by the time I got home... but then we proceeded to have swimming and barbecue and cake (is it wrong that it is always spelled "CAEK" in my head? This troubles me) and my dad told mildly inappropriate "patients-I-have-had" stories to my friends and it was good. Also he diagnosed the cause of
malikamalisha's fainting spells? Which is also good.3) OMG SO I'M PROBABLY GETTING THE KITTENS THIS WEEK YAY!!! In my near future: many hours spent captioning own cats. MWA HAHAHA
