I've just got home after a night shift and discovered I left my keys at work. Called up, they've got them, I can pick them up tonight.

Great. Brilliant. Now what?

All things considered I'm actually damned lucky I could even get in the house. Thankfully, today was the one day my landlady's son has off work and he was able to let me in. Only problem is, now I can't get in my freaking bedroom, because the door's locked. And I need a shower (and can't get at my shampoo and towels). And I need sleep (and can't get at my bed). And I'm back at work tonight (and can't get at my clean uniforms either, never mind any new casual clothes. Or socks. Or underwear).

I am SO fucked.

This wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to work tonight. If I didn't I'd go pick my keys up and chalk this one up to stupidity. But that's no go.

Okay, you say, so why can't you go pick them up now? Because I need sleep. Even if I end up sleeping on the damned floor, I need to sleep somewhere. I can't go pick them up now. Not when it's an hour on the bus EACH WAY to get there and it's already half ten and I need to be up at five this afternoon so I can be ready for work in time. If I go pick my keys up, it'll be one o'clock in the afternoon at the very earliest by the time I get back here.

What's most annoying asbout this is that we have a spare for my bedroom door. Lovely. Too bad I do't know where my landlady's put it. I've tried both the places she says she keeps spare keys and, though I've managed to find about 20 keys knocking around the place, on various keyrings, can I find the spare for my bedroom door? Can I Hell. We seem to have spares for just about every lockable door this house has to offer and then some, except for my bedroom door.

Life sucks. Viciously.

I'd be more angry about this but frankly, I'm so goddamn tired at the moment that I couldn't get annoyed if I tried. I'm so tired I feel like I want to throw up. I can sit up late no problem, but I wasn't made to work all through the night. God damn, how many people were? I need sleep but instead I'm just sitting here wondering if I have the energy to even get upset about this and realizing I probably don't. Fuck knows what I'm supposed to do now. There isn't even anywhere I can sleep unless you count the floor, and I have a feeling my landlady's son is going to be staying in today, and he's going to be about the place and oh my god argh, WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP? What a way to end the goddamn day.

I HATE night shifts.

Edit:
Have now tried just about every spare key the house has to offer, or at least the ones I can actually freakin' well locate. Nothing gained save sore fingers. One key (labeled 'back bedroom') looked like it should have worked but was too short to actually reach the functional part of the lock. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Looks like I'll be contesting the cat's right to the sofa, then. Too bad the cat's allowed in the living room and I'm more sort of not. God fucking dammit, this is NOT what I need.

Backdated due to wanting to write this on Thursday afternoon but being unable to because the Internet was not working.

I think I have the best neighbors in the world. Ever.

I was woken from my fitful, uncomfortable and cold sleep on the living-room floor at about half four by the doorbell. I stagger from my makeshift pit of extreme exhaustion to go and answer it and discover the woman who lives next door but one and who is holding our mail for us due to our own current lack of a letterbox (see this entry for those of you who joined after The Saga of The Front Door With the Hole In and don't know what in Hell I'm talking about). She thinks I look exhausted and I explain why.

It takes a while. I am not in the best of moods.

I would have taken sympathy, in all honesty. What I got was practical help, which is even better. No, she doesn't have a key to my bedroom, but what she does have is:

• Some clean clothes.


• Including socks and underwear.


• And a shower.


• With shampoo.

Nothing seems quite so bad to me when you're not facing it feeling filthy.

It's amazing how it's little things that really make you... well, me... feel better when things look crappy and grim. One shower and change of clothing later I'm feeling a lot better placed to face another Night Shift of Terror and Panic than I was at half past four and my gratitude toward my neighbor is deep and unbending and knows no bounds. I could still do with being a lot better tested but at least I actually feel human now, even if that human is a rather tired and stupid one who spent the night - well, day - asleep on a makeshift bed in a freezing living room.

... and in retrospect it's actually kind of funny. I had to sleep on my own living room floor because I couldn't get into my damned bedroom this morning. Oh well, at least I've got an excuse for being as tired as a tired thing when I get to work tonight.