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September 24, 2007
Stand Back Ma'am
In another episode of "if it's not Comcast, it's some other thing fucking me over", I was effectively barred from my new place yesterday when the lock broke. With me outside. In the hallway. With my arms full of boxes.
Truth be told, this day had been coming, as I had noticed that the door handle required a little more "jiggling" than usual over the last week or so. But yesterday morning it just stopped working altogether. Five hours and $300 later, I have a new doorknob and yet another set of keys.
It ruined my big plans, which included finally catching up on my Big Idea work (including projects for my very dear Ms. ADA who has been waiting so very patiently for my results), wrapping up two client projects, and even mopping the floor with my new Swiffer.
But it was not to be. Instead it put me in a horrifically grumpy mood, which was not helped by the fact that my shoulder still hurts like hell from the tetanus shot last week and I can't bend my bitten index finger more than 15 degrees before it just stops moving.
Bah. Even now I'm feeling bitter and petulant.
