Yesterday my phone arrived. The UPS delivery guy rung the bell and I let him in the building. Then he rang the bell again and told me I needed to come down. The reason why they do this is because it's a pedestrian street and they could get fined if they leave their vehicle unattended.
In my haste I closed the self locking door behind me without getting my keys beforehand. I noticed as soon as I closed the door, cursing myself as I had left something on the stove, dammit. The dog is inside. Dammit. I went downstairs to pick up the phone and then wondered what to do.
I unpacked my phone, but I couldn't connect to the internet because my wifi password is one of those default ones that come with the modem, which was inside the apartment. Even if I had an internet connection, I didn't have a SIM card to call my roommate and I wouldn't be able to log in to WhatsApp. I couldn't get past the internet connection screen at set-up, so it was as good as not having a phone.
I was worried about the dog. The windows were open and I knew nothing would happen to it, but this dog is like my roommate's kid and I have also developed a liking to him/it [it always feels wrong to write "it" with pets]. I went through the building searching for something to slide in the doorframe to see if I could unlock the door. In the end I found a plastic cover inside the elevator which protected a sheet with the last maintenance date. It felt wrong but I tore it off and used the plastic cover to try to open the door. It was useless.
I had already inspected the lock before in case this happened, and I had come to the conclusion it wasn't possible to open in this way, but I didn't remember why or how I had come to this conclusion, so I tried anyways.
After much prying I gave up, and went downstairs at the entrance of the building to wait for my roommate. I would look down the pedestrian street, looking for bald heads, every time I saw one I would perk up, but it wasn't him. Finally, after one hour, the bald head I was looking for popped out from a direction I didn't expect, and I hurriedly told my roommate what had happened.
When we opened the door, the apartment was full of smoke, the spaghetti burned to a charcoal, the dog was ok, everything was ok. Yet I couldn't shake off the feeling that everything I'm doing goes wrong.
I finished restoring the backup for my iPhone and I checked my bank account. I was supposed to receive a payment for a project in the time my phone was lost, but it wasn't there. Without this, I wouldn't even have money for food. Despair and then an immense tiredness. This used to happen to me in my teenage years, when things become too overwhelming I shut down and go to sleep. I went to bed and slept about two hours.
I felt better when I came back into my senses. Despite feeling down, I went to yoga to shake off my despair. When I came back home I wrote the company that owes me that payment. I logged in to my Mexican banking app. An icon I hadn't seen before appeared in the interface: Apple Pay. Apple Pay wasn't supposed to be available for my Mexican bank. My physical credit card doesn't work because I once bent it by putting it in my back pocket and sitting on it, but Apple Pay would give me access to credit! Yes! I didn't have to starve to death! (OK, I didn't have to ask for help).
I went to the store to buy things for breakfast the next morning. Half a dozen of eggs, a liter of milk, and a single beer. The beer wasn't for breakfast, it was for celebration.