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garage door fun Last night when I was leaving for work, I reached for the remote control for the garage like I usually do and found that once again my downstairs neighbor had jammed the button. It was useless. I could press and press the button and it had no effect on the garage. Finally I decided to take it apart like I have done in the past except that this time the button broke. Sigh. After a mere three hours of sleep this was not how I wanted to start my night. Well breaking the remote really didn't matter since even pushing the button by hand still did not open the garage door. By this time I was getting more and more annoyed so I woke her up in the vain hope that she had another remote control in the house. She didn't. Instead she thought that maybe the battery was worn out. It wasn't. We tried three different batteries and there was no change. It never dawned on her that the red light on the remote control lit every single time that we pushed the button. Now one has to remember that there isn't a door or a window in the garage. The only way in and out is by using the main door and that was controlled by the remote, which did not work. It soon became obvious that we were going to have to force the door open in order to get to our cars. I grabbed the handle on the door and lifted. At first all that I could do was lift the door an inch or two off of the ground. By this time my downstairs neighbor had her dad on the telephone and was asking him for suggestions. Most of them were useless. It was becoming more and more obvious that I was going to have to force the door open by using brute strength. There weren't any other options left. Sensing that I was getting nowhere, I lifted even harder and rocked the door as I lifted. Then thanks to my growing anger and strength, I managed to lift the door a foot off of the ground and slid under it into the garage. My neighbor wanted me to disengage the door by pulling the red handle on the garage door opener, but I thought that I would try the button inside the garage first. It worked. Once we were both inside with the door fully open we could see that I had managed to bend a metal bar on the garage door opener. I didn't care. There wasn't any other way to get into the garage and her dad said that he wasn't coming down to look at it for another week. There was talk at work that not having another way into the garage was a building violation, but I don't know if that is true or not. What I do know is that the keypad that is on the outside of the garage has never worked for as long as I have lived here. I will not miss this place. ... Hours later after some much needed sleep. I imagine that the opening paragraphs must seem a little extreme, but my emotions were riding high at the time and the words flow that much easier whenever I am in the mood to rant. Most of my week has been at that kind of stress level and or pace though. Between returning to school, working and playing phone tag with my realtor and mortgage lenders my week has been very eventful. I'm not saying that it hasn't been productive, but I am ready for a small break or at the very least some quiet time. I need to put things into perspective again before I start to get too lost. ... Three hours of sleep yesterday made being at work a struggle, but I made it.
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