So somehow the key-locking deadbolt was removed after the first incident but the key-locking doorknob was left in place? Hmmm … sounds like slow learners. 
Seriously, glad you rescued the 3yo on the landlord’s nickel.
Well the story is not over. The new door knob fell off on the inside. So, if I had been in there when that happened, I’d be stuck inside. I wasn’t but, man, I think this door is cursed.
You’re just lucky that, because of the knob malfunction, its original function as a Door To The Endless Backrooms of The Off-White Dimension isn’t working.
Sounds like you have a real winner for a maintenance guy. Installing a new handleset is about as simple a task as there is.
If they tried to replace half the unit, not the whe thing, that’s dohble points for incompetence.
Or cheapness, if they tried to reuse half of a door set they had laying around in the maintenance junk drawer.
Seriously, though. Replacing your own interior doorknobs is about the simplest DIY in the universe. $25 or less to buy, four screws to work to swap out. (Maybe 6 screws if you have to change the striker plate as well.) And completely reversible, so there’s literally zero permanent alterations to the landlord’s pristine 
property.
As much care and competence the landlord and their people have shown, you may truly need to take matters into your own hands. Even if you’re utterly incompetent at household DIY, you’re demonstrably no worse than the “maintenance guy” but at least you care.
Even worse if it’s water from a newly melted ice cube. My refrigerator will occasionally kick out an ice cube after the cube chute has been used.
I have a bad cold. I came to work anyway, because things are so piled up at work I’d feel terrible staying home. I’ve been here two hours but I’m not going to make it through this day. I might be dying. Can you die from head cold?
Probably not. But I thought I just had a cold and it ended up being pneumonia soooooooo…
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You can die from bad driving brought on by the exhaustion, fever, and meds though.
Go home early.
slalexan’s tale brings to mind the morning that I returned home from work one Sunday to find that our front door wouldn’t open. The only way to get into the apartment was by climbing through the picture window next to the door. Had to wake up the manager, who had to bring in a locksmith (at Sunday rates!) who had to remove the door from its hinges in order to change the lockset.
I have a a vague memory of posting about this incident when it was happening (it’s not like I had the ability to spend the time doing my taxes. DON’T JUDGE ME!).
‘Fraid not, no matter how hard you wish for it. (Hurry up and add matter teleportation to the platform, @codinghorror, so I can send Dung_Beetle some NyQuil!)
I used to do that kind of thing. I’d go into work even if I had lost my voice. I just toughed it out because that’s how I was raised. (If I’m being honest, my childhood was flat-out abusive and taught me to just abuse myself on behalf of everyone else.) Once Covid became a thing, though, I became more conscious of the need to take care of myself and to be careful to not spread my illness to other people.
While I was brainwashed into thinking that it’s responsible to force yourself to go into work when you are sick, in reality that’s irresponsible, because rather than having one sick employee harming productivity, you can have a bunch of them. Neglecting your health is a form of professional negligence. It’s sad that it took me over 30 years to learn that.
Thanks for the kind words, y’all. I wore a mask at work, and disinfected everything I touched, but have decided to finish dying at home! 
Last year, for some reason I can’t remember, I fixed up the worn-out wreath that had been put in my department by replacing the burned out light strand with some battery-powered fairy lights from Aldi, and adding a nice bow from my too-large Christmas stash. It was met with much enthusiasm.
This year, the fairy lights have been deemed inadequate (and also ‘broken’ by someone who encountered the end of the strand poking out through the recently-fluffed branches). The bow was crushed during storage; someone in the department next to mine declared that it needed to be ironed, removed the bow from the wreath, and snipped the piece of wire holding it together as she asked if I knew how to re-tie it.
I am not a shopper. I hate to shop. I would rather put hot cinders in my eyes than have to shop.
This Thanksgiving I visited my extended family in Winchester, Virginia.
My cousins are shoppers.
So I shopped.
I just unloaded my car at home.
It’s a spectacle/a panorama of extravagance lol.
I bought myself a gorgeous Himalayan hoodie.
I bought jars of honey and mini fruitcakes and handmade Christmas cards from a Trappist monastery in Berryville.
I bought assorted tchotchkes including a tiny art snowman picture, a gingerbread candle with a wooden flat wick that crackles like a fire, snowman slate coasters done by a local artist, a snowman pen, etc. All purchased in little local Virginia town shops.
They are all gifts that will be given this holiday or items that will be used by me.
At least I think they will lol.
It was just … different for me.
And now I have to sort it all out.
What have I done?
(Someone is getting a mini fruitcake.)
Sounds to me like you got a nice haul.
… And… just like that… the war between the Koreas seems to get Hot.
Saturday night for some reason I forgot to take my gabapentin, which is supposed to keep me asleep through the night instead of waking up every few hours. While it doesn’t always work, it at least increases the odds. But not taking it was a mistake, as I kept waking up and not being able to get back to sleep. So Sunday I am dragging, which was not helped by feeling like I’m coming down with a cold. I medicated myself for that, but as the day went on I kept feeling worse and worse. Then I started having some “discomfort” in my chest (not really pain, just a feeling that something was wrong). I got out my heart monitor, which told me that my heart rate was in the upper 60s with a normal sinus rhythm. So not the tachycardia ans A-fib I had experienced a few years ago. I also had no appetite, barely able to eat.
Finally in the evening I decided to get a medical opinion so I called 911. The usual teams arrived, and while my vitals were within the normal range and the EKG didn’t show I had had a heart attack, they decided to take me to the ER. It had been a while since I’d been there, but it was the “sit (or lay) around while we do tests and wait for the results” I not fondly remembered. Eventually they decided that my life was not in immediate danger and released me. They called a cab for me at 3:30am, but it did not arrive until sometime after 4:30. Of course, I had not slept while I was in the ER, so the first thing I did when I got home was fall into bed.
Monday after climbing out of bed at the insistence of my starving cat. I then found that he had been fed by the friend who had come over for Thanksgiving and was staying over for the extended weekend. But now I was awake and decided to have a bowl of cereal, some juice, and my morning pills. Then I went back to bed for a mid-morning nap.Woke up feeling a little better than I had on Sunday, but still not at my best. Briefly considered going back to the ER, but decided I’d had enough of that particular level of hell.
I did consider whether I would be up to the trip to Chicago I had planned for Wednesday, but decided that cancelling my hotel, flight, and Uber to the airport was more trouble than I wanted to deal with. Fortunately, this morning I felt up to what passes for normal for me, so I’m finishing up my packing for the trip (there’s always some last minute things I need to be sure to bring, and double-checking to make sure I don’t forget things like my phone charger (and in this case my heart monitor).
Oh, and I had to reschedule the cardiologist appointment that they made for me at the ER, since it at a clinic which I can’t get to by my usual transport service. This involved them finding a cardiologist with an opening at my preferred clinic next week, as opposed to my usual cardiologist who didn’t have an opening until late January.
My rant is that you did not title this as
“Here come rants, blah-la-la-la”, as befits the season of goodwill, cheer and fucking awful music on shop loudspeakers.
Therapy - Again
I ovrlooked something obvious when I chose my current therapist. I forgot to ask how much my out of pocket cost would be per session. The last few therapists I’ve had were $60 out of pocket per session. I received a bill in my e-mail. It is for $180. Either-
I have had far more sessions than I remember.
There is some kind of ‘new patient paperwork’ fee.
They don’t have all my insurance information.
Or
I need to find a new therapist,
Ground News
From what I can gather, it’s a reasonable-enough platform*.
But their ads are on pretty much every youTube channel that I watch, horribly shoehorned into countless descriptions and conversations, where you start to dread the word “bias”, because you know where it’s going. Including, annoyingly, several channels which didn’t used to have any sponsorship at all. It much more domination of the sponsorship space than AG1, Hello Fresh etc ever got close to accomplishing.
Hey Ground News, this is how this left-leaning source is covering your site! <raises middle finger>
* Even this post is advertizing Ground News!