The prize of ‘number one most annoying thing this year’ goes to: holding the key to my new appartment in my hand for the first time, three days before I have to move out of my old, and find out thet it’s, in fact, not the key to my appartment but some other key that I can’t use for anything.
Then being told that it shouldn’t be a problem to get the real key, a couple of hours tops.
But at the end of the day there is still no key and then my go-to guy in the matter, you know, the guy who said that it wouldn’t be a problem, tells me that he is going to france tomorrow. For a week!

AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!

I have to talk to some people tomorrow and if I’m not looking at an unfamiliar ceiling when I go to bed I am going to kill someone. Or at least pout a whole lot.