So, a strange man tried to get into my apartment tonight.
Oh yeah, big fun.
I have a second-floor apartment with a front door on the first floor. My doorbell rang and as I was walking downstairs, I heard and saw my lock turning. WTF. I opened the door and said, “May I help you?” in most Miss Monique voice. He asked if I was so-and-so. I wasn’t. Then he took off! He was an older guy, in his 60s. Not at all who I expected to bust on in.
So I called the apartments, but they already had closed. So I called the police. Then I called maintenance. The cop just stopped by, and is back out in his car, waiting on the maintenance guy to show up so he can talk to him. My concern — and the cop’s — was that a master key is missing. Hopefully that’s not the case.
Soon I’ll have a new lock, but I’m sure I’ll still be jacked up tonight. When shit like this happens, I really don’t like living alone …
But wait, there’s more …
Young (and cute) Office Friendly stuck around (in his car, alas) until the maintenance guy came by with a new lock. The super-creeptastic part, as Office Friendly eagerly conveyed to me, is that my apartment complex doesn’t use master locks. The maintenance guys have to get the specific key, which is coded — i.e. the key to my unit does not say “Miss Monique’s Abode” on it. So everyone was all freaked out. But now I have new locks. And a glass of wine.
In other news, my massage was super fab. It was a bit chilly in the room — and I was in a communal room, although back in a dark corner — so I was cold when I wasn’t covered up, but the girl did a great job. I like firm pressure and that was her style. All for $35 — and no tips accepted! Score. I will definitely make that a regular part of my “maintenance.”
I also went to the car wash and Super Tar-Jay, and ended up moving a whole bunch of furniture around in my apartment. I still need a home for the second litterbox. The mysterious, missing “brush brush” still hasn’t turned up. I guess I’ll have to buy a new one tomorrow. Yay, PetSmart on a Saturday. Good times lol.
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∗ Posted by Monique on 09.29.2006
∗ My life










How scary!! Glad everything worked out well for you. Better drink 2 glasses of wine for that one
Comment by
Erin (Who am I?) - September 29, 2006 9:08 pm
Damn it!
Sigh..
That stupid bastard can’t do anything right. I knew I shouldn’t have sent him.
I guess if I want it done right I’ll have to do it myself.
See you soon
Comment by Mr. Fabulous - September 29, 2006 9:21 pm
That would have me all freaked out and all my furniture would be up against the door!!
Comment by
Some Girl (Who am I?) - September 29, 2006 10:00 pm
eep. not good. i’m sorry. ok, i don’t understand the whole key thing, but eep.
Comment by
kat (Who am I?) - September 30, 2006 12:55 am