Wow. Thanks for all the support, people.
Now for the rest of the story...
So I went out for drinks (as people who lose their jobs often do--no worries, I know the bartender so it was pretty much free), then to a friend's house. When I went home I discovered I didn't have my keys. I had to go back to my friend's house and sleep there. The only other person who has keys to my apartment just happens to be in California on vacation (I've never lost my keys before. Ever). My mother used to have a set but lost them during a move. So this morning I wake up hungover. I can't get in my house. My phone is dead. My PCC is dead along with both
batteries. I have a shipment from RMV in my mailbox that I can't get (locked). I find my friend's phone, which is about to die, and call my mother to get her to look up my landlord's # to get keys. Can't reach the landlord. Leave messages... blah blah... no call backs. Call in to work (I still have 2 weeks left until the other store closes) which probably looks bad since I found out about the lay off yesterday. Finally reach the
owner of the building who agrees to come let me in my apartment, but has no spare key to leave with me so I can't leave my apartment. Finally get a call back from the landlord, and she can't drop off the extra set til tomorrow morning. Hooray. WTF is going on? LOL. All I can do is laugh about it. No one's at fault so my rage has no target. Laughter is the only way I can release the energy built up by the rage brewing in me. It's been an awesome couple of days I tells ya.
