Remember how yesterday I mentioned that the managers were planning to key the door buzzer to our cellphone until we get our normal phone hooked up? I neglected to mention that I gave them the wrong number.

Lisa was very hurried when she gave me the new number earlier that day, and either I wrote it down wrong or she read it to me wrong. In any case, it was that number I emailed and ICQ'ed to people, and the number I gave my landlord.

I called them late yesterday afternoon and asked if they had fixed the door buzzer yet. They said no, but they had made out a work order for it. I gave them the new number and they said they'd take care of it.

I stopped in the rental office on my way home (I needed to sign the lease and get some keys) and asked if the fix was completed. They said yes, but they thought it might have been done with the old number. So they sent a guy over to fix it.

Okay. He fixes it, tests it, it works. Great.

This morning, as Lisa was leaving, I went down to the front door to test it myself. I've never had a door entry system like this and wanted to make sure I knew how it worked.

With cellphone in hand, I buzz the apartment. It rings. 'The cellular user is away from the phone.'

Pardon me?

Turns out that the original work order was still floating around and some eager beaver in the office picked it up this morning, came over and reprogrammed the machine. To the incorrect number.

Another call to the office. Another guy comes and fixes it. It's working.

For now.

I love our new apartment. It faces a major thoroughfare, so there is a lot of noise. It's on the ground floor, so there is always people walking by, which means no more casual nudity, plus the higher chance of a break-in. The balcony is puny, and the storage room isn't attached to the apartment.

But it's beautiful. It appears that we are the first residents there since the renovation, so the appliances are all untouched and perfect. The cabinets are solid and well built. The bathroom is big and the showerhead is high enough for me to stand under up. The laundry room is to one side of us, and the apartment on the other is unoccupied, so there isn't any noise. I didn't hear anything at all from the rooms above us.

Yesterday, Lisa unpacked the bathroom, and set up the bedroom so we could sleep. I hooked up the computer and the entertainment center. Priorities, you know.

It feels like home already.

Over in the forum:

Playing nice
Sleeping well

Moving, Part I

So what's happening now?

Take me home, big fella