My two main problems for tonight. And other verbal bile.

It’s a quarter past two in the night and I have to problems: I have to write approximately 1200 words about nation politics in 13 hours, and I have to pop the huge zit-like thing on my chest.

It’s big, it’s red, and it hurts. And yes, I am talking about the zit. The paper on politics, I’ll probably manage. Though it’ll destroy my clean sheet when it comes to getting to bed and waking up at sensible times. I mean, I awoke at half past seven this morning.. without an alarm clock.. How sick is that!? This can’t be healthy.

For the time being, I’m back at my mothers house. It’s quite nice to be able to eat and drink whatever I can find, without having to think about it being someone elses, or thinking about the price and how much I’ve got left of it. And it doesn’t help being able to go in and out of my house without resorting to ringing the doorbell, or going in the window. This due to the fact that I have no key to my apartment.

Yes, you read it perfectly clear. There is no key. No key at all. I broke it. Not on purpose of course, but it’s rendered unusable because of this. Luckily, I live in a collective (yeeez.. frightening soviet word, izn’t it?), but I fear that some of them are a bit annoyed with me ringing the doorbell to get let in. As a result of this, I try to not go out of the house, as much as I can. This has been a bit hard, because of the frequent visits over the past week(s), but it works.

And why haven’t I gotten a new key, I hear you ponder? Because of the stupid witch that’s supposed to be my “contact person” for the apartment! Since it’s a company that owns the building I rent in, and the company owns several buildings, each building has a contact person. And mine has the “contact person” job, besides her own job..

I’ve tried to reach her for nearly two weeks! Of course, I could’ve called her every day, and sent her, like, a hundred texts, but should I have to do that? I started with sending her two texts in a period of three days, no answer. Then tried to call her, and the first time I reached through (she keeps the phone off at “working parts” of the day, apparantly), I left her a message, no answer still. I try to call more times, both in working parts of the day, and freetime parts, no answer. Still, I annoy my flat mates.

Two days ago, I got the house owners (master chief of company) number, and I called him today. No answer, left a slightly passive-aggressive message telling him I have a broken key, and a hope that someone, him or the contact witch, could call me back. She called me back within two hours. Seriously, should I resort to calling the owner every time? And by the way, I enjoyed letting the phone ring out, not answering it. She’s the type to get a bit upset from getting a call from the owner, so I hope she was a bit worried..

Stupid hag..

Well, I rang her up an hour later, told my case, told her I’ve been trying to reach her for two weeks (she was surprised! Gorramit, there’s two texts on your cell, and I’ve been communicating with you on texts before! I know you can/could read them!), and that I’ll be needing a key soonly. Hopefully, I’ll be getting next week some time. Thank you, hag!

Now, I have to go sort my big, red, hurtful problem out. At least somewhere, a key is being made in my honor.

Hags, I hate you.