Okay so they say that expectant mothers can be forgetful at times due to resource allocation issues in their bodies. I wonder if it's catching? Yesterday, I was all ready to get our considerable amount of crap to storage (we seasonally store our stuff due to space constraints) and I could not, for the life of me, find the storage key. I literally turned the apartment upside-down, taking the opportunity to vacuum as I went. No time like the present for mulit-tasking.
So I had to go to the storage unit to get a new electronic card entry key thingy. The big stress-out of all that is that my former name is on the lease agreement. It gets tiring to update everyone when the paperwork is settled and I think there are one or two places I still have to go and deal with the name change. It gets to a point where you just don't feel like administratively coming out anymore.
Then I had to tear up a different part of the apartment looking for an old ID that would work. In the meantime I tore the calf muscle in my left leg rather badly. Which is a bummer because I just started running again after another unrelated injury was healed. Just got into the groove of going to the gym every morning before work.
After all of that, I went to storage, and they didn't ask for ID at all. Not once. Just gave me an electronic card key when I presented them with the account number. Even charged the cardholder on the account for the extra key. Seems like a ridiculous hole in security was in my favor, but I am considering moving to a different storage facility after that. Really? Just a number? The queen's jewels will not be safe there, I'm afraid.
The best part is that I got home, the same parking spot was empty, as if to say "I was waiting for you to come home," and my wife had made an awesome dinner.
Sometimes the stress of the little things gets squashed by the beneficence of the universe. Just sometimes. But I appreciate it all the same.
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