I was supposed to move out of the company’s apartment into my new apartment this month. When I received the keys of my new apartment, I pocketed them and headed back to the hotel where I was staying during the transition.
The next day, I had to travel to the company’s HQ (just getting there takes five hours) to return the keys to their apartment. While packing, I took the keys out and realized I actually didn’t know which keys are which—the keys to the company’s apartment and of my new apartment were almost indistinguishable. What the hell… I should have marked them earlier, but I didn’t.
If I handed them the wrong set, I’d both be locked out of my new place and forced to make another 10 hours trip to the HQ. Not to mention I really didn’t want to see them again.
I went back to my new apartment, tested both keys, marked the one for the new apartment, and headed back to the hotel. That detour cost me three hours.
On my way back, I thought, “Well, since I’m out, might as well grab something for dinner.” I walked to the nearest supermarket. It was closed.
Frozen and hungry, I made my way back to the hotel. At least it wasn’t raining!