Cursed locks and keys

I just have to say thank you to you guys for never locking the apartment for all of last year. Usually I'm good about keeping my keys with me, but this morning my luck ran out in every way.
I had gone running this morning (I'm quite proud of myself for that), and when I got home I was sufficiently sweaty and gross. Steve called me to tell me he was going to class. I remembered I needed his laptop so I asked if I could get it. I was literally gone for one minute, but during this time my roommate left and locked the door. Naturally I didn't have a key because I was just stepping. I have nothing on but my shorts and t-shirt. I'm not even wearing my garments (don't worry though, I'm not going commando), and I'm really hungry. The office doesn't open for 3 hours and I've already been locked out for one, the emergency contact people are never around so I must say that is a lousy emergency contact, and I'm starving. Needless to say this morning has been less than good.
While I'm on the topic of venting about my apartment, my hatred of cleaning checks has been renewed. I volunteered to do the kitchen area and the stove. Not a bad job. Or so I thought. I swept and mopped the floor and it was looking quite lovely. The cleaning check lady came over and asked if I had stripped and waxed the floor. The Elms had us strip and wax the floor, but that was only for a final checkout, so I didn't think I would have to for just a monthly cleaning check and I know that it wasn't done for the last cleaning check and we passed. So I told the lady that I didn't think I had to so she failed me and said they'd be back to check it. I was pretty mad about that because if I hadn't been around to say no I didn't do it I probably would have passed. Furthermore, Steve told his roommate about this and he said that he's only heard of one apartment ever stripping and waxing the apartment and that was ... my apartment. I'm so angry. You can see the reflection of the table and chairs in the floor. It does not need to be waxed. And to add insult to injury, she failed me on the stove without even saying why. I'm definitly going to have few words for the office manager when the office opens in three hours and 1 minute.
Sorry about the length of this, but I really need to vent.
~Face