And I'm Locked Out

So it turns out someone in my complex turned my water off.  I don’t know if the water bill is all connected or what, but my theory is that someone thought I was flushing the water too much and decided to turn it off to save him/herself some money.  I’m sorry that my case of Montezuma’s Revenge inconvenienced your water bill, whoever you are...

Water problem fixed.  Getting into my apartment to use the water, problem.  My top lock doesn’t work from the outside, which hasn’t caused me any problems because I can’t lock it from the outside.  Somehow the maintenance guy who came to fix my water managed to LOCK THE DOOR FROM THE OUTSIDE!!!  I tried calling all of the numbers I was told to call in case of a problem and no one answered.  Jo emailed a few people hoping they would check their email and call me.  Finally I got a text and a call telling me that the maintenance guy would be back to fix the lock.  He ended up going to my next door neighbors' and crawling onto their roof and over to my patio and unlocked the door from the inside.  He then proceeded to take the lock apart, mess with it a bit, and then put it back together in the door—this took him 20 minutes and didn’t change a thing.  Then he explained to me in Spanish that the lock only worked from the inside of the door.  Really?!  I could have told him that (well, not in Spanish)!!!

Trying to focus on the positive, at least my cell phone was working so that I could call the half a dozen people I did tonight.  My dad has an acronym that he uses to explain the happenings in Africa; I’m going to steal it and change it to TIM—This is Mexico. 

I hope that I’ll be able to laugh about this later to make up for all the crying I’m doing now…