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So the call box for our apartment building is broken. Which means the nice, kind, delivery people who ring me my stuff end up standing outside hitting a button for ten minutes that does nothing, before leaving either with my packages or dumping them outside. Next to Greenwood Ave. Yesterday, I got lucky and was downstairs in time to spot my box of strap rubber lying outside before anyone else did. Today? I've got errands to run, which means I'll probably be gone when the nice Fedex and UPS people show up. This is so not a good thing.

And of course the maintenance guy has known about this all week. Has he even showed up yet? Nope.


Bastards.

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Well, we now have a new working handset for the damn call box. Halle-freakin-lujah. That, and the deliveries of shtuff did not come today as predicted, so I didn't miss a damn thing.


Nothing to see here, move along, move along...