I'm a simple emigrant and I moved into a new apartment

And an adventure right away! Last Friday I received the coveted keys, I spent the whole day hauling around belongings and other necessities, because on Saturday at 7 a.m. I already had a train to Munich. I returned on Sunday at 1 a.m., utterly exhausted, hungry, cold, and I called a taxi. The dream was only one: to fall asleep as soon as possible. I got home, tried to open the entrance door — it wouldn’t budge. Neither of the two keys turns in the lock. I got the emergency number of our management company, called them, they said, try to enter through the garage. Another 20 minutes passed trying to enter through the garage. I call back, they asked for the contract number and my name to double-check that I actually have the right to enter, promised to call back. I waited, already 10 minutes passed, they didn’t call back, I called myself. I told them, in a passive-aggressive tone, that I’ve been standing outside in the cold at night for half an hour, and I have work tomorrow. They started to lecture me: every second we talk, I can’t relay the information to the technician! I had to ask what they had been doing during the previous ten minutes… It took me seconds to convey the same thing. The girl not very politely repeated her mantra and casually said that the technician would be traveling from Offenbach. And that’s kind of far. I asked why they didn’t say right away that I would have to wait so long; it’s not cool to stand in the cold. I said, book me a hotel then, I’ll go there. She said: oh now we’ll do everything quickly, the technician will arrive in 20 minutes. In the end, I waited about an hour outside until the technician arrived and opened the door. And he arrived. With my son, a boy about ten years old. :( He let me in through the neighboring entrance and the shared garage. He said the door had jammed because of dirt or the cold. It was +5°C, from the cold. It’s a good thing none of them reacted as if this were a known problem. P.S. On our mailboxes, in front of the entrance, a bitten apple lay, and when the technician led us to the neighboring entrance he says very seriously: “Didn’t you forget the apple?” As if I had bitten it and placed it on the dirty mailbox to finish eating later. 😀 And what “funny” stories have happened to you during moves? #curiosities