How to make a dufficult day easy and then difficult again

  Today is Thursday. The weekend day. The last day of the working week. But like every week all the people want to finish what they haven’t done before so I have my mailbox full of crap what I would like to see rather on Sunday when I am mentally prepared for that!!

          Doesn’t matter to me at the slightest. When the general manager is gone, I am gone as well leaving all headache to the following week. I wanted to go to the office on Saturday but…problem…my car is in 15000km service so I cannot go…such a shame :D

          So I take my two kites from under the desk (actually yeees…I bought a new one. 9m² for stronger winds or for Oman and Egypt) and quickly leaving the office towards my secret beach 10 minutes away.

          Forecast says 17 knots but the actual wind is 11-13 knots so I pump my 14m² hoping for some gusts to lift me up.

The riding is a bit from perfect relaxation in 25°C water and 40°C outside air, but on the board you feel just cool breeze blowing around, flat sounds of waves cut by the board and voiceless moments when hanging two meters in the air while jumping. And in such an environment believe me that two hours are like five minutes and I have to go out because it’s dark!!

          After such a session you have just one wish to go home, have a dinner and beer. This is usually no problem when you have keys from the flat, but today I somehow lost them. So I immediately found myself in the position of a guy in underpants and T-shirt running around the building, looking for a way how to get in and save the day.

          Actually I was thinking about this problem before. “What if I lose my keys. How I get in?”. I had an idea. I call Petr, he brings climbing harnesses and ropes and I climb to my balcony from some adjacent apartment. This became an Option B when I met a guy in the elevator. “Hi, which floor?” I asked a man traveling from car park where I was looking for the lost keys with beach sand still on my feet. “6^th please”, he replied. I was going to 6^th also looking for a free apartment from where I could rope down to mine. “Ehm…actually in which number you live?” I asked hoping for some fortunate turn of events. “607” he responded. “Oh…how to say that…hmm…I’m looking for an apartment from which I could rope down to mine. I live in 507?!?”. “No problem, just ring my bell when you have something to get down with. It’s quite far. Look!!!”

          “Mr. Watchman…by chance you don’t have a ladder and rope?” I desperately asked a night guard hanging out in front of the building. “I have just this short one”, “And could I take this electrical cable also?”, I saw a solution. After five minutes I rang at Craig’s door: “Hi again. So could I use your balcony?”

          At the end it was like this. I tight up the ladder halfway between the balconies with the cable to a metal railing and the other half of the cable I used as a rope while descending on hanging ladder. Easy procedure how to get a spare key inside a locked apartment.J

          Surprisingly I was so quick in solving this seemingly very complicated issue, that I met in time my friends in the city and had a deserved portion of Vitamin B J