I had a bad week last week. All job-related. I started out the year singing “Let It Go” and failed to heed the wisdom in that simple phrase. By the end of the week, I was ready to escape.
I was still getting “out of service” messages when I called, and she was not replying on Whatsapp any further. Seems like she was indeed having fun. The neighbour came down. I explained I was a friend who had been given the key but not the alarm code. She left. In the cold apartment, I realized that if I stayed really still, the alarm would keep itself quiet. I waited for my friend to return. In the silence, there were voices at the door and a knock. The motion-detector sensed me as I made my way to the door, and started all over again. It was the neighbour with the police. I gave me explanation again, and my driver’s license. I was upset. Tired, cold, hungry, and upset. It took an hour before my friend contacted me with the alarm code…apparently she had changed her phone number.
In short, not a good start to my escape.