Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Swollowing the frog

It's amazing how simple so many things are if you just do them.

I lost my keys over two weeks ago. I know that they are somewhere in the apartment. However, after repeatedly tearing the place apart, including a memorable trip through the kitchen trash, complete with chicken guts, they were nowhere to be found.

Sure, we made things work. But stressing out about getting home in time to make the key swap before Zach leaves for evening classes and essentially leaving who ever was key-less trapped inside just isn't the best way to live. 

The worst part was that my keys had the only mail key. Like many, I pretty much just use the postal system for netflix, but it still drove me crazy knowing that there were things in that little metal box that were mine, but I couldn't get.

I have no idea why the idea of going to the office and admitting that I can lose my keys in a 380 square foot apartment seemed so repugnant to me. I don't know if I was scared of a lecture, a fine or what. I just know that I  tried to pick the mailbox lock before asking for help. The you tube how-to video did make it seem easy (it's not), but still.

So, I finally went in, tail between my legs. No sooner did I mention needing keys when they handed me a complete set. One quick trip to the hardware store, keys were copied and everything was just peachy.

So why didn't I just do this two weeks ago?

3 comments:

  1. But where are your keys? Have you given up on looking?

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  2. I hate keys, and everything that comes with losing them.
    Once a roommate of mine lost a key and wanted the rest of us to refrain from locking the door until she replaced it. Yeah, I locked the door same as before.

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  3. I used to lock my keys in the car all the time. Sucks to lose keys. Glad you have a new set now ;)

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