Franciscan't Skemp -Or- Welcome to Wisconsin, Here's the Foot for Your Pooper

So, theoretically, "Apartment 2" is "reserved" for me for the week and the key is "waiting for me" in the hospital ER so that I can live here for the week rather than commute from Minnesota. However, in reality, the "ER" has never heard of me or of said "key" for any "apartment" outside the hospital, itself, and wanted me to give up entirely, since finding that key was so utterly impossible. After wandering around and locating the locked apartment and trying to break in, I returned to the ER, this time with the conviction that this apartment building, on the hospictal grounds, surely had a key to let me in, and since I had an e-mail saying it was "reserved," I should rightfully be let in. After waiting with security ("...been busy in here the last few days, full moon and all...") in the ER for the maintenance guy, I did in fact get a master key for the building. The key certainly did unlock Apartment 2, but it could do nothing to undo the chain latch that held the door shut after I undid the lock in the knob and the deadbolt. I guess whoever is in there really didn't want anyone else coming in. In my defense, I had checked for lights before I tried to break in and I rang the doorbell before I frantically unlocked the door's two locks.

Anyway, I opened Apartment 3 and left the sliding glass door open so I can get in before returning the maintenance guy's keys. I plan to move in the morning. What a frickin' kick in the eyeball. I hope no one has broken into the apartment since I left it open and I also hope no one has towed my car since I parked in Walgreen's. I also hope that all the pooping spiders whose webs I had to go through to get in are not currently attached to me somewhere. There were a lot of spiders. I'm talking arachnaphobia house spiders. Unh.

So, the "reserved apartment with the key at the ER desk" was neither reserved, nor was the key at the front desk. I hope tomorrow goes better.