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Thursday, April 7, 2011
So I came home from work this morning...
...Just a quick stop off, as I'm heading out to get my car inspected, and I see a doggie wandering around the front of my building. I think I've seen it walked by one of the locals before. I ask a few people who are *going* to work if they know whose doggie it is, but most of my neighbors are Korean and don't seem to talk to me for some reason. Anywho, I use the magic word("Treat!") he comes trotting over, and I inspect the collar. The address isn't local. I call the phone number, which is out of service. Sighing, I take the doggie up and barricade him in the kitchen while I call the property office in a vain hope that it'll be open. To my surprise it is, but it's really the call center for the company, and when I say "maybe you could call the property manager and tell her what's going on, she'll know who this belongs to."
"I'm sorry, it will be against protocol if I call her on her private cell unless there is a building emergency."
"Listen, she loves animals. She won't mind."
"I'm sorry, you're going to have to wait until the office opens." So now the doggie is hanging out in my kitchen.