How I spent my 4th of July
Aug. 5th, 2010 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpSo here it is, a month later, and I realised I still haven't shred this story.
... I spent it locked out of the house I was watching for 13 hours.
Insert snorts and laughter here.
Now, I had PLANS. Several plans. After the initial 'well, crap' moment, I took stock of what I had.
A bowl full of half-eaten dinner.
A spoon.
And an iphone that doesn't make phone calls.
From there, it was the PLANS.
1: Press phone against sliding glass door in the back to e-mail person I knew had a spare key.
2: Make mental inventory of households within walking distance, based on nearness of location. (Five, would have been six if they hadn't been out of town)
3: Walk to nearest person's house to ask for phone.
4: Post message on Facebook and Livejournal requesting people call person with the key asking them to check up on the Icka.
5: Break a window and climb in.
6: E-mail person and ask if they knew anyone else who had a key, just in case.
Step one: Finish eating dinner.
Step two: Get into backyard and check to see if I'd left the door unlocked, which I hadn't.
Step three:
Now, obviously #4 would be the logical and fastest way in. Hubris took that one out, but I had it in reserve. Mostly because I didn't want to explain WHY I needed to checked up on.
Considering it was 9pm at night and I knew that everyone would be watching the fireworks, Plans 1 and 2 were put into action and I decided nap time was the best while I waited. So I built my self a bed while the cats stared at me in confusion, trying to figure out what I was doing.
And then rolled over and realised there was a cot leaning against the wall, next to a tent. Tore down the bed and made up the cot.
Cooooooomfy cot.
Walking to the person who had the key's house was also in there but debated against for two reasons. 1: I'm paranoid about bullets mixed in with the fireworks due to where I grew up and 2: I was wearing a skirt and am very fond of my thighs being in one piece, and they were the farthest out.
So slept until 11, and set Plan 3 into action, walking to the nearest person's house and knocked on their doors. No one home, went back and went back to sleep, using the tent as a blanket.
2am, really pleased with this as the sprinkler system came on and I was high and dry. Muwahahaha.
Woke up again at 6, went back to sleep, woke up at 7 and walked back to the nearest person's house and rousted them by knocking on the bedroom window. She woke up wanting to know who was teasing her cats, let me and let me use the phone, which I left a message on. She insisted that I crash there for a while in the blessed AC, and seeing as the house was locked up tight, I agreed.
-Found out last night she was rather confused when she woke up again to hand me the phone when she found me on the floor with the cat blanket over my head. (the sofa was too soft and I always sleep like that) Amusing o_O facial expressions accompanied this.
Got ahold of person with key, walked back and was back inside by 10am. Where upon I took a shower, as this was pre-monsoons and it was hot, even at night.
-When they got home, I got to tell the story to the person I was housesitting for, finishing with 'And that's why I didn't pill the cat on Sunday night'.
So now I'm still paranoid about locking doors behind me, but at the same time making sure I have a key with me. ^^;;
-One of the managers at work insists that this story shouldn't count as a 'locking myself out of the house', as I slept for most of it. Ha-ha.
Honestly, I think this is what I get for declaring myself anti-social. ^^;;
... I spent it locked out of the house I was watching for 13 hours.
Insert snorts and laughter here.
Now, I had PLANS. Several plans. After the initial 'well, crap' moment, I took stock of what I had.
A bowl full of half-eaten dinner.
A spoon.
And an iphone that doesn't make phone calls.
From there, it was the PLANS.
1: Press phone against sliding glass door in the back to e-mail person I knew had a spare key.
2: Make mental inventory of households within walking distance, based on nearness of location. (Five, would have been six if they hadn't been out of town)
3: Walk to nearest person's house to ask for phone.
4: Post message on Facebook and Livejournal requesting people call person with the key asking them to check up on the Icka.
5: Break a window and climb in.
6: E-mail person and ask if they knew anyone else who had a key, just in case.
Step one: Finish eating dinner.
Step two: Get into backyard and check to see if I'd left the door unlocked, which I hadn't.
Step three:
Now, obviously #4 would be the logical and fastest way in. Hubris took that one out, but I had it in reserve. Mostly because I didn't want to explain WHY I needed to checked up on.
Considering it was 9pm at night and I knew that everyone would be watching the fireworks, Plans 1 and 2 were put into action and I decided nap time was the best while I waited. So I built my self a bed while the cats stared at me in confusion, trying to figure out what I was doing.
And then rolled over and realised there was a cot leaning against the wall, next to a tent. Tore down the bed and made up the cot.
Cooooooomfy cot.
Walking to the person who had the key's house was also in there but debated against for two reasons. 1: I'm paranoid about bullets mixed in with the fireworks due to where I grew up and 2: I was wearing a skirt and am very fond of my thighs being in one piece, and they were the farthest out.
So slept until 11, and set Plan 3 into action, walking to the nearest person's house and knocked on their doors. No one home, went back and went back to sleep, using the tent as a blanket.
2am, really pleased with this as the sprinkler system came on and I was high and dry. Muwahahaha.
Woke up again at 6, went back to sleep, woke up at 7 and walked back to the nearest person's house and rousted them by knocking on the bedroom window. She woke up wanting to know who was teasing her cats, let me and let me use the phone, which I left a message on. She insisted that I crash there for a while in the blessed AC, and seeing as the house was locked up tight, I agreed.
-Found out last night she was rather confused when she woke up again to hand me the phone when she found me on the floor with the cat blanket over my head. (the sofa was too soft and I always sleep like that) Amusing o_O facial expressions accompanied this.
Got ahold of person with key, walked back and was back inside by 10am. Where upon I took a shower, as this was pre-monsoons and it was hot, even at night.
-When they got home, I got to tell the story to the person I was housesitting for, finishing with 'And that's why I didn't pill the cat on Sunday night'.
So now I'm still paranoid about locking doors behind me, but at the same time making sure I have a key with me. ^^;;
-One of the managers at work insists that this story shouldn't count as a 'locking myself out of the house', as I slept for most of it. Ha-ha.
Honestly, I think this is what I get for declaring myself anti-social. ^^;;
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Date: 2010-08-06 06:26 pm (UTC)