So today, I walked across the majority of Brandeis campus in flip-flops that were about six sizes too huge, and then battled with the Brandeis Public Safety department. It was good times.
So the first thing you should know is that the door into my building had been broken since last Wednesday, but Brandeis didn't come to fix it despite us putting in a work order. You couldn't open it from the inside at all, and would have difficulty opening it from the outside. We've had it propped all this time, but some douche closed it this morning, and I had to go out the opposite stairwell which goes through my roommate Miranda's room. Any given stairwell only has one exit, but each room has access to two stairwells.
When I got back this afternoon, it was still closed. I managed to get it open, but then spaced and forgot to put the prop back in place. I decided to go around through Miranda's again and fix it, but first, leave another note on the door (there already was one there, but I guess the person didn't notice). The door to my room locks when you close it, but you have to close it with a ton of force, so I left it kind of ajar.
But thanks to the wind/some God laughing at me, the door snapped shut as I put the note up. Which left me with no way to get out of the stairwell at all.
I tried to force the door back open. No good. I tried kicking it. That only made my ankle very unhappy. I knocked on every door in the stairwell, but the only person who answered asked who I was, and when I said I was one of their neighbors, they ignored me. Douchebags.
I waited around for fifteen minutes or so, until finally someone came home - a cute Indian boy from upstairs. Indian Boy had to rush in and out, but he let me into his apartment to use his phone, and I called Residence Life, who said they couldn't let me in because they couldn't verify that I was me, but maybe they could give me a loner set if I came to the Res Life office.
Me: ... I locked out my shoes.
Res Life Guy: Well, you could always wait for your roommates. (Said roommates had class until 5:00pm. It was still 3:30.)
Me: I mean, I can get there. I just don't have any shoes.
So Indian Boy lent me a pair of flip-flops that was 9,000 sizes too big, and I started my journey back to campus. I live in the furthest dorms from campus, so I kind of had to go on an epic journey to get back. Then I remembered that one of my roommates was painting outside by the art building, and I could just go find her, so I trekked over there. I couldn't find my roommate, but I ran into my teacher Fraleigh, and was like, "I GOT LOCKED OUT OF MY APARTMENT WITHOUT SHOES, have you seen Miranda anywhere around here?"
He ended up running into her before I was too far away, so I heard him yell my name and I was able to meet up with Miranda. So I got her keys, and I walked back to the room.
I decided to call up Public Safety and bitch about our building being a fire hazard, since, well, I wouldn't have been able to escape that stairwell had it been an emergency, so I did. And the guy was a total douche to me ("Do you have a room number," he said at one point, "or do you just live in the hallway?"), but I ended up getting someone over here to fix the door after all. Although the Public Safety guy told them that my room door was broken instead of the building door. Epic faiiiiil.
AND THAT WAS MY EPIC JOURNEY.
