Then began the day-long circus.
Like I said yesterday, I gave Michael and Catherine the wrong key, and the night maintainence guy wouldn't let them in without the office's say so. So I called the office. 3 times. Twice I left messages, the 3rd time the phone was answered ... by a girl who was not the complex manager. Turns out that the manager was on vacation, and the girl who was subbing for him didn't know the policy and couldn't decide on her own whether to let the neighbors in, so she had to call the manager and leave a message.
An hour or so later, she calls me back, and says that yes, she can let them in, but only if I fax over a signed statement that says she can. The good folks at Center Partners were kind enough to lend the use of their fax machine, and off it goes. I called the office again, confirmed reciept, and a few minutes later Michael texted to say he had picked up the key and was walking over now. Phew, problem solved!
Or so I thought.
About 20 minutes later, Michael calls. The key they gave him was to his apartment, not mine (seriously!?!?) He went back and asked for the right key and was told there ... was ... no .... key. Yes, you read that right. The apartment complex DOESN'T HAVE A SPARE KEY TO MY APARTMENT. Apparently in the entire universe there are only 2 keys to my apartment, one with me, and the other presumably resting in the pewter bowl on my living room table.
Ok, deep breath. Think this through. What are the options? The maintainence guy said I had two:
- Raise up a ladder and try to break through one of the windows of my 3rd story apartment. However, the ladder was so big it needed 2 people to carry, and only 1 maintainence guy was around. Because of liability, they wouldn't let Michael carry it. So I'd be stuck until tomorrow morning. Scratch option #1.
- Have the maintainence guy drill out the lock, and replace it. This would cost $50 and would require another round of phone tag with the apartment manager. Additionally, since there'd be a new lock, my old keys wouldn't work anymore, and I wouldn't be able to get into my apartment at 12:30AM Friday morning without waking Michael & Catherine. While this wasn't ideal, I was getting desperate, and so I called the office again to start the 2nd round of phone tag. And called. And called. 3 messages and 2.5 hours later, the girl finally calls me back, and says that she would be happy to have it done, but it'd have to be tomorrow morning. *Sigh. Scratch option #2
Eventually, I decided to go with option #3, recommended by Justin. Go to Walmart, make a copy of the key, and FedEx it overnight to Michael & Catherine. It costs less than the lockout, is more convenient for everyone, and I get an extra key that
Luckily, the kind folks at Center Partners were kind once again, and one of the VACD program leads drove me to Walmart and then sought out the FedEx location (for the record, MapQuest was right). Knock on wood, this is finally fixed, and my poor Lucy will not starve or dehydrate to death. (I'm not really REALLY worried, she had a full water dish and a good amount of food when I left her yesterday morning, but more than 48 hours without fresh food/water would've started to be worrisome).
Also, Michael and Catherine absolutely ROCK. You guys are awesome, I will hate to see you move away this summer :(