It happened ...

As I knew I would, eventually,  I locked myself out of my apartment today.

First, I need to explain about my key.  My key is a card like they have in hotels that you touch to the door and it opens your unit (and the building, laundry room, terrace, etc.).  Once I'm in my apartment, I have to put it in a little slot and that controls the lights and the electricity.  So it's not something I can just leave by the door and grab on my way out.  I have a little note on the door that says "Key?" to remind me to grab it.  But obviously it didn't work this time.

I was doing laundry downstairs and the change machine wasn't working and I was one coin short, so I ran back up to my apartment, put the key in the slot to turn the lights on so I could see, and then ran back out the door ... with no key.

So then I went up to a co-worker's apartment and asked to borrow her phone to call the locksmith ... Negotiating a locksmith is not my favorite thing to do in English, but in Spanish it's a particular trick.

But I managed to do it, miracle of miracles.

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The weather here has been particularly terrible -- 80-100 mph winds, hail and torrential rain -- leaving me holed up in my apartment.  This is probably good because I have a ton of work to do before I leave (5 days!!!) and packing, a billion other errands, etc.

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I'm still coughing my face off, though feeling much more human in general.  I won't complain about a little coughing as long as I'm not horizontal for days at a time.

Next time, update about my crazy workplace.