Dubious Honor
I now have the dubious honor of not only getting locked out of my apartment this semester, but also getting locked *in*. Yes, I did say that. I got locked *in* to my apartment.
How?
Pure talent, of course!
What I think happened, actually, is that my door swelled. It had been sticking a bit for the past couple days and I thought, "hmm...I should probably talk to maintenance about this and find out if there's anything I can do." (Because for some odd reason, even though it was 85 degrees outside, they'd turned the heat on in the hallways. Simply because it was October, I guess. And yet, since it was 85 out, I still had mild-AC in my apartment. Thus, there was a great discrepancy in temperature between my apt and the hall. Is that enough to swell the door? I have no idea, but since the sticking only happened after this temperature discrepancy began...that's my theory and I'm sticking to it.)
Yesterday, however, a friend and I were leaving the apt and...could not open the door. She tried. I tried. We yanked very very hard. And we're not insanely strong, but neither are we total wusses. Finally, we got enough force to get it open and she fell backwards and almost fell on her bum. This took us probably 5 straight minutes.
Can anyone say fire hazard?
So I went directly down to maintenance and said, hey, kinda scary, can you do something about it? They said no problem, do we have permission to enter if you're not there? Hm...since I'm on my way out on errands and want this fixed before bedtime...yes, of course.
That was 6:30, btw. I got back after 8. Nobody had come by. And since I literally had to *kick* my door to get into my home...I was afraid to let it close behind me because kicking will not help on my way out, and we all know my kicks are stronger than my arms. So I left the deadbolt out, to keep the door open a bit, and then put a chair in front so that nobody could sneak it without me at least hearing.
Waited. Waited. No maintenance dude.
10 pm - called service desk again. Said, dude, fire hazard, afraid to shut my door, this is more than just an annoyance. They said, okay, we'll try to get someone up there.
Midnight - still no help. Needed sleep.
Brilliant idea! Shall leave door propped open, but put the (newly acquired for free!) la-z-boy directly behind the door! Nobody, even really really strong, could open the door past that la-z-boy. And that is what I did.
At least I get fun stories out of my experiences, eh?
How?
Pure talent, of course!
What I think happened, actually, is that my door swelled. It had been sticking a bit for the past couple days and I thought, "hmm...I should probably talk to maintenance about this and find out if there's anything I can do." (Because for some odd reason, even though it was 85 degrees outside, they'd turned the heat on in the hallways. Simply because it was October, I guess. And yet, since it was 85 out, I still had mild-AC in my apartment. Thus, there was a great discrepancy in temperature between my apt and the hall. Is that enough to swell the door? I have no idea, but since the sticking only happened after this temperature discrepancy began...that's my theory and I'm sticking to it.)
Yesterday, however, a friend and I were leaving the apt and...could not open the door. She tried. I tried. We yanked very very hard. And we're not insanely strong, but neither are we total wusses. Finally, we got enough force to get it open and she fell backwards and almost fell on her bum. This took us probably 5 straight minutes.
Can anyone say fire hazard?
So I went directly down to maintenance and said, hey, kinda scary, can you do something about it? They said no problem, do we have permission to enter if you're not there? Hm...since I'm on my way out on errands and want this fixed before bedtime...yes, of course.
That was 6:30, btw. I got back after 8. Nobody had come by. And since I literally had to *kick* my door to get into my home...I was afraid to let it close behind me because kicking will not help on my way out, and we all know my kicks are stronger than my arms. So I left the deadbolt out, to keep the door open a bit, and then put a chair in front so that nobody could sneak it without me at least hearing.
Waited. Waited. No maintenance dude.
10 pm - called service desk again. Said, dude, fire hazard, afraid to shut my door, this is more than just an annoyance. They said, okay, we'll try to get someone up there.
Midnight - still no help. Needed sleep.
Brilliant idea! Shall leave door propped open, but put the (newly acquired for free!) la-z-boy directly behind the door! Nobody, even really really strong, could open the door past that la-z-boy. And that is what I did.
At least I get fun stories out of my experiences, eh?