Is it the end of the world? Absolutely not, but that won't stop me from being disappointed.
If you've been reading prior entries, this will ring a bell: a few months ago, we got new doors in my building (to raise the rent - I'm not buying the 'It'll be better for your security' reason, sorry).
My problem was that they wanted my phone number, which bothered me on several levels.
Back then, my caretaker saved the day by suggesting that I didn't give my number, which, he said, would force the building owners to give me a box which my visitors could call in order to have me open the door. Swell! He was my hero.
Hint: notice the tense.
I was unwell for most of June, then I was hacked, then I was on the roads for two months.
I decided to bite the bullet today and hop by my caretaker's lair in order to ask him what would happen if someone wanted to come see me.
The next scene was surreal:
Caretaker: Oh, you'll have to give your phone number.
Me: But you said...
Caretaker: That's the only way.
He didn't say that that he'd never mentioned a special box, but he implied it so "loudly" that I got the message very clearly: 'You've been smoking the lawn, little lady'.
Basically, he thought there was another way, but it turns out that he was wrong.
That's an honest mistake, but I don't like that he made me feel as if I'd been dreaming about that other way that he mentioned.
So, yea, it's not the end of the world, but yea, I am disappointed.
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