Evicted.

Came home today and the locks to my front door were changed. Damn.

Turns out, our downstairs neighbor had requested that his locks be changed (no doubt in relation to the all-out fight he had with his girlfriend in which she ended up thrown down the stairs and the police ended up spending a good deal of time in our stairwell.) Unfortunately, they changed our locks instead. Boo.

The good news is, the kindly maintenance guy who let me in reminded me vaguely of Santa Clause. It brightened my day ever so slightly.