Mary Rage
Believe it or not, Mary Rage does exist. It rarely occurs outside of work (Now that I don't live with Kyle, who is very familiar with Mary Rage), but it has been invoked this weekend. I shall recount.
To have this make any sense at all, I will first explain that there are 2 forms of keys to enter my apartment building. The first being your average little metal key, and the second being an RFID tag. When we moved in, we were told that we needed the RFID tag to enter the parking garage, but the regular key still worked on all the other doors. Since there was a $50 deposit required on the RFID tag and Brad is the only one who drives, we decided that he would take the tag and I would just use an old key. We were told that they would eventually remove the old locks and use only RFID tags, but that they would warn us ahead of time.
So I came home from work at 11pm after a long Friday closing shift at the end of an 8-day work week to find that there was a SCREW IN THE LOCK on the door to my building. I was so awe-struck that I still tried to stick my little key in there. I stood for a minute in shock, disbelief, anger, and desparation. I thought: "Brad's in Sutton, Mom's in New Brunswick, Dad has a terrible cold. I'm fucked." So I started to walk around back to see if they had done the same to the back door, and if not, to see if my key would work in it by some miracle (it has never worked on that door for some reason). Fortunately, there were 2 guys walking towards the door so I stopped them to briefly explain my predicament and they were nice enough to let me in.
It was far too late and I was far too tired to do anything about it last night, so this morning I called the superintendent. And got an answering machine. Because it's Saturday. So now I am stuck in my building because I can't rely on someone happening to come home at the same time as me if I go out. I have no groceries, no cigarettes, no clean laundry (because they screwed that lock too) and my plans to visit my dad for Fathers' Day were almost ruined.
You see, when Brad called today I explained this all to him, so he got angry too. So much so that it completely overshadowed his anger about waiting 2 hours for a tow truck because his radiator crapped out on him on Wednesday. He left an angry message for the superintendent. He told his parents the whole story, and they were so upset that I wouldn't be able to see my dad for Fathers' Day that they offered to meet my mom in Stouffville to pass on Brad's key so she could bring it to me. Since my mom is in New Brunswick until Sunday, my dad has to go. So on the bright side, I'll be able to leave my building, but I'm so upset that so many people will be inconvenienced for my sake. One of the things I hate doing most is inconveniencing people. I am accomodating by nature.
So that is why I'm angry. And oh, how the superintendent will feel my wrath. I hope the stupid girl is on duty on Monday because I would hate to have to yell at Natasha. She's nice.
To have this make any sense at all, I will first explain that there are 2 forms of keys to enter my apartment building. The first being your average little metal key, and the second being an RFID tag. When we moved in, we were told that we needed the RFID tag to enter the parking garage, but the regular key still worked on all the other doors. Since there was a $50 deposit required on the RFID tag and Brad is the only one who drives, we decided that he would take the tag and I would just use an old key. We were told that they would eventually remove the old locks and use only RFID tags, but that they would warn us ahead of time.
So I came home from work at 11pm after a long Friday closing shift at the end of an 8-day work week to find that there was a SCREW IN THE LOCK on the door to my building. I was so awe-struck that I still tried to stick my little key in there. I stood for a minute in shock, disbelief, anger, and desparation. I thought: "Brad's in Sutton, Mom's in New Brunswick, Dad has a terrible cold. I'm fucked." So I started to walk around back to see if they had done the same to the back door, and if not, to see if my key would work in it by some miracle (it has never worked on that door for some reason). Fortunately, there were 2 guys walking towards the door so I stopped them to briefly explain my predicament and they were nice enough to let me in.
It was far too late and I was far too tired to do anything about it last night, so this morning I called the superintendent. And got an answering machine. Because it's Saturday. So now I am stuck in my building because I can't rely on someone happening to come home at the same time as me if I go out. I have no groceries, no cigarettes, no clean laundry (because they screwed that lock too) and my plans to visit my dad for Fathers' Day were almost ruined.
You see, when Brad called today I explained this all to him, so he got angry too. So much so that it completely overshadowed his anger about waiting 2 hours for a tow truck because his radiator crapped out on him on Wednesday. He left an angry message for the superintendent. He told his parents the whole story, and they were so upset that I wouldn't be able to see my dad for Fathers' Day that they offered to meet my mom in Stouffville to pass on Brad's key so she could bring it to me. Since my mom is in New Brunswick until Sunday, my dad has to go. So on the bright side, I'll be able to leave my building, but I'm so upset that so many people will be inconvenienced for my sake. One of the things I hate doing most is inconveniencing people. I am accomodating by nature.
So that is why I'm angry. And oh, how the superintendent will feel my wrath. I hope the stupid girl is on duty on Monday because I would hate to have to yell at Natasha. She's nice.