Nail Varnish Remover and Locksmiths

This week hasn't been a good week for me. I always try to be upbeat and not complain too much in my posts, but this is one time I'm going to have to break that rule. I'll try not to bore you with too many details. At least I'll try my best.

The saying goes that bad luck comes in 3's right? This being 'true', I hope I've had my share for a while. It started probably on Tuesday when we had a meeting with the person who is to be the new administrator of our building, though I'm going to say it started for me on Wednesday. I woke up with a painful lip - a horrible cold sore that took me by surprise. As do most people, I get them whenever my defences are low or am under stress, both of which are true in my case. Usually putting Carmex on the sore soothes it quite a bit. However, this particular time I didn't feel that it was doing enough, so I decided to look for some home remedies on the internet. One such remedy was to apply nail varnish remover to your cold sore for a few seconds. A few seconds is about all anyone can stand because the nail varnish remover burns like the devil! Incredible as it sounds, it did numb my lip and I felt fine the rest of the evening - this was Thursday. Since then I've applied more varnish remover, and my cold sore is almost gone. By the way, nail varnish remover is also called nail polish remover. I'm accustomed to using British vocabulary and spelling.

Now in my building there are always problems, especially when it comes to points of view. I'm really fed up with the role that I'm asked to take on just because I'm computer literate, not that I'm the only one who can use a computer or has one, but because this party doesn't get on with that party etc. I get stuck in the middle. I think such behaviour is quite normal in blocks of flats and unfortunately there can be worse behaviour and much worse problems. The president of the building told me yesterday that I was inventing things and sending documents without her knowledge, so I walked out on her, came downstairs, printed off an e-mail with a copy of a contract she'd asked me to send to the lawyers in which I'd written I was sending the contract at her request, handed it to her and left. I returned to my flat only to find I couldn't open the door with my key.

This is bad luck number 3. I had to go back upstairs and ask to use her phone to call a locksmith. She suggested we call someone who used to live here and who might be able to open the door. This person said he lived very far and suggested I call my insurance company. I'm not sure that this is covered in my policy. Anyway, I didn't have my policy number or phone number. To make a long story short, I was finally able to contact an emergency locksmith and was only out of my flat a couple of hours and out of 300 euros for the emergency visit, them opening the door and a new lock put on. One of the neighbours wanted me to break a window on the street side to get in. Then I would have had to pay double!

Anyway, I've learned some valuable lessons here, one of them is to take my phone with me everywhere I go even if it's just to take out the rubbish. I also know anyone reading this will tell me not to let this person upset me. I was upset yesterday. Today I know I've tried to be  helpful and useful, and I know I'm a good honest person who doesn't have to invent stories when the mistakes and shortcomings aren't even mine. If this person can't except that, I won't let this person lower my self-esteem. If this person also apologizes, and it would be a first, I'll except it. Either way, I'll continue my path in life and follow it the best I can.

Thanks for listening and hope everyone has a good week. Somebody on facebook posted Bob Marley's 'Three Little Birds' (don't worry about a thing) and made me feel better just listening to the song. May you rest in peace, Bob Marley.