Anyway we're walking out and, like normal, I turn the lock on the knob and close the door. Usually Xic has his keys and stuff in his pocket. This was the one day he didn't. *sigh* Now we're locked out and it's before office hours. They open at 10 am and it was 9 am. No biggie, right? Just call the emergency line and get us back in. WRONG! No one answered the emergency number. Wait a damn minute... Emergency number for after hours. You've got to be shitting me! Couldn't climb through a window because we're on the second floor and any window that I might be able to shimmy my ass through was locked. Awesome. Now what?
We decided we'd walk down to get Xic and my hair cut since it's not too far and I, at least, had my wallet. Plus by the time we got back to the complex the office should be open. So off we stroll, got our cuts, paid, walk back. Not it's 10:15. SWEET! Office should be open. Yeah... No. Still closed. So he calls the office number. No answer. Emergency line. Still no answer. WTF is with this place?
A landscaper tells us, "Yeah, I just saw (manager) pull in. Said they had a late night." Wouldn't think too much about this except the manager lives right by the office. It's 10:25 and they just got home? Don't get me wrong, I'm all for having fun and living it up, but if you have to work you need to get your fucking priorities straight.
So we wait. And wait. And wait. It's now 10:48 and the fucking office is still closed! GTFO! Xic continues to call and leaves messages now. No answer, no return calls. I feel this little twitch in my face and my fists start to clench. Goth Mom is getting pissed.
Finally at 10:58, almost two hours later, someone answers the office phone. Their excuse? "The emergency phone wasn't charged. tee-he! I must have forgot to charge it." Bitch, are you for real? Breathe, Hekate. Breathe.
Okay, they unlock the door, we get in, I'm too fucking pissed to do shit and tell Xic to go run cause Nyx and Nox need a snack and a nap now. No big deal, I miss one day. Not like we've locked ourselves out before, and I doubt it will happen again since we're going to place a hide-a-key somewhere.
Fast forward almost a week later... I get our first newsletter today from the complex. Never have I seen a newsletter from them before. So here's what I see:
"We have been having quite a few people calling after hours due to the fact that they have locked themselves out of their homes. There will be a fee of $25 for unlocking your apartment after hours. We will waive this charge for your first lockout."
Are you serious? First fucking newsletter ever and you feel the need to say that shit? How about putting that shit in the lease agreement? Oh, even better! Open your fucking office on time! After hours my ass! We didn't leave a fucking message until after your ass should have been sitting at your desk playing your apps on your iPhone and stalking people on Facebook on time. We gave you plenty of fucking time to sober your ass up and do your fucking job, bitches. Next time don't party on a school night and maybe people won't kill your buzz or make you regret that massive hangover you have.