What a day!

The original title for this entry was going to be "Worst day ever!!", but I realized that it really, really could've been worse.
My day started at 9:10 this morning. I was already 10 minutes late leaving the house, and I as I reached the bottom of the steps, my crazy downstairs neighbor comes running up to me. She was screaming about how my shower is leaking into her apartment and a piece of her ceiling fell down on top of her this morning. Wow, I think, that's crazy. Then, she goes on to say that she knows that we've been leaving the shower running for hours at a time.... I assure her that this has never happened. I can assert this because we pay for our own water here, and, as we are the stingiest people in the entire world, there is no way that we would leave water running for hours on end. Then, she goes on to say that we should never use our shower again, and she's contacted management and she's sure there will be a note on our door when we get home saying not to use the shower...ever. Then, she says, "I was banging on the ceiling this morning so you wouldn't use the shower, didn't you hear it?" Well, yes, I did notice an unusual banging sensation as I was brushing my teeth this morning, but it did not occur to me that the ceiling was caving in beneath me and I shouldn't use the shower. That, in fact, had not entered my head. I informed her that a normal person would have climbed the stairs, knocked on the door, and told us that there was a problem. I was already late at this point, so I didn't have time to go to the office. Jaimie was already gone, and Lenka's in Phoenix for the week, but I figured everything could be resolved the next day when I was home. Boy was I wrong!
So, I go to work, where I must immediatly delve into the day. Usually, I give myself about 15 minutes to drink some coffee, eat breakfast, and smoke a little before I must succomb to the insanity. Not so today. I go to work, and have a break about 2 hours later. I checked my phone and found 3 frantic messages waiting for me. The first was Lenka saying, "The management just called me and apparantly there's an emergency. I gave them your phone number." Ok. The second was the new apartment manager saying, "We don't have the current keys to your apartment, so if you could call us back immediately that would be great." The third, and most bizarre, was Jaimie. "They broke into our apartment because they didn't have the keys and our tub was about to fall through the floor and now they've changed our locks so we don't have keys to our apartment, but they're going to leave them in the mailbox for us". Woah. So, what happened was that when we first moved in there was a gigantic crack in the bottom of our tub. We informed the management about this immediatly, but they didn't fix it for about a month. In that month, the structural integrity of the floor was damaged, and I guess it's been building for the last 6 months and now it's finally given in.For some reason, they didn't have our keys, which makes no sense because we have never changed our locks and they have in fact come in here without us being home before. So, in essence, they misplaced or mislabeled our keys somewhere along the way. Fine, whatever, as long as they leave us the keys, right?
So, I get home at 6:30 and check the mail. Lovely. A few bills, 3 offers for new credit cards.... and no keys. None. At this point, the office is already closed. So, I called the emergency after hours number. It's a pager. Great. So, I paged them... and waited. I waited 15 minutes. Then, I paged again. And again. by 7:15 I have to pee soooooooooo bad, and (I'm sorry to all the guys) I'm on my period and I didn't have any extra tampons and it was getting to be an extreme emergency that I change the old one! So, I finally give in and run to Vons down the street. I bought a new box of tampons (which I didn't new because I have a new box in my freaking bathroom!) for five dollars, use their filthy disgusting bathroom, and then go back to my car to decide what to do next. I had called the 2 friends I have in the area at this point and neither of them were home. I was running low on options and it was starting to get cold. I didn't have a sweater with me because it was a warm day today and I figured that it would still be warm at 6:30 when I got home, which it was, but I wasn't planning on being outstide past that point.
Anyway, I get in my car, and there's a new message. In the 5 minutes I had been inside of Vons with no phone service, the apartment manager had called back. After an hour. Her message said that if it was really an emergency I could page her again. No mention of any phone number. Great. So, I paged her again, 3 times in a 2 minute span. Nothing. I decide to go home and wait on my doorstep, because I don't want to live in the Vons parking lot. Sooo.... 15 pages later and 8:30 rolls around. Jaimie isn't off work until 9 and I'm cold, sad, and lonely. I cave in and call a locksmith. I explained the situation to the guy on the phone and he seems understanding. He says someone will be there within 30 minutes. 45 minutes later, I'm sitting on a step by the front gate waiting for the man who is going to save my life and let me into my apartment. Let me just say that I do not live in the nicest neighborhood. There have been 2 shootings inside my apartment complex since I've lived here. So, sitting alone in front of the building was not the most secure I've ever felt. However, the locksmith finally arrived and I wasn't shot or accosted. Fantastic. He gets here, and he's nice, but I was hoping that out of all of this chaos that perhaps a really hot locksmith would arrive and ask me out on a date and we would fall in love and get married and it would be just like a cheesy romantic comedy, but no. He was just a nice, normal ( a little quirky) locksmith. Anyway, he gets here, finds it's more complicated than he'd anticipated, and takes 45 minutes to open my door. So, after all of that, I finally got into my apartement at 10:05pm. Then, he opens the door and is trying to get the knob back on when a gigantic bee flies into my apartment. He admits to me that he is terrified of bees and it takes him 20 minutes longer than it would have normally to get my door knob back on because he is so frightened. It was priceless. Well, no, not really, it was 127 dollars. All of which I am expecting to be reimbursed by the apartment manager, who has, as of 1:24 this morning, still not called me back.
Good did come out of this calamity, however. Jaimie and I watched "Harold and Kumar" and ate a lot of pizza. That was pretty amazing. Now I must go to sleep, because I have to wake up in 6 hours and go to work. I can't shower, of course, but I still have to go to work. Fantastic.