After lunch I went to the Natural History Museum where they had an exhibit on animal homosexuality. It caused some controversy when it opened, but it really didn’t seem that controversial of an exhibit and there were more children there than adults. The most disgusting/interesting thing on display were two dried sperm whale penises that were about 3 meters/yards long. They also had a picture of two male sperm whales surfacing with their penises wrapped around each other.
I got back to my apartment around 7 PM, and put my stuff down and got ready to go out to see a movie with a guy who’s the cousin of a Norwegian girl I met on the first day I was here. I had just locked the bedroom door to my apartment when I decided I wanted to change my shoes because it had started raining. I tried to open the door, but the lock seemed to be broken. I tried harder, and then the door handle stopped working all together. I was late for the movie, so I just ran out the door and didn’t think about it until I was on my way home. When I got back home, it was about 1:30 in the morning, and the door still wouldn’t open no matter what I did. (I live in a four bedroom apartment that has a separate lock for the front door and all of the bedrooms, and all of my stuff was locked inside the bedroom.)
I decided to call a directory assistance service that advertises that they can fix all of your problems. I asked if they could find me the emergency phone number to the manager of the building who could help me get into my room. Unfortunately they just transferred me to a woman who was obviously asleep and who didn’t speak any English. I tried to call them back to get another listing, but my cell phone told me that I needed to buy more credit.
AHHH!!!! Not many places are open 24 hours in Norway, but I had seen a gas station on the way back home that was open. I walked back there to buy more minutes on my phone, and started talking to the guy behind the counter about the lock on my door. He called a few people for me and he said that I needed to contact the security company that watches the building. Luckily I had saved the number into my phone when I first moved in, so I called them from the gas station. He told me that I needed to try harder to open the door and really force the key into the lock, and to call him back only if I really couldn't get the door open. When I got back to the apartment, I tried for the third time to open the door, and it still didn’t work.
Now it was 1:45AM, and I was really tired. I called him again and he told me that he would come out to fix the door, but he wouldn’t be there for one hour. I went to sleep on the couch in the living room waiting for him to call. When he called, I was asleep, but woke up when he tried to call me a second time. He came up to the apartment, but when he got there, he only had the same key that I had to open the door, not the master key which opens all the doors in the complex. (The rooms have hotel-like keys so that they can be reprogrammed when someone new moves in, but there is a regular lock on all of the doors also so that all the doors in the complex can be opened with one key.)
He tried and tried to open the door, and broke the door more if it wasn’t already broken, then said that he would go and look for a master key in the office. When he got back, he said that he couldn’t find the key, but he couldn’t let me stay in the apartment because my name was not on the lease. I told him that was ridiculous, and I would walk downstairs with him, but then I would just walk back up when he left. (He didn't have a gun--this isn't this United States.) He left me in the apartment, and I went to sleep on the couch at about 4:30AM. I set my alarm for 10AM because that’s when the office opened up downstairs.
Well guess who came into the apartment at 9:45AM??? Painters! They had come to finish painting the living room. They had a master key. They finally let me into my room, and I slept until noon. At noon they knocked on my door and said that they would try to fix the lock, so I got up to take a shower. When I got out of the shower, the lock was in a million pieces on the floor, and he said that they didn't have any spare parts that they could fix the lock. Since everyone who lives in the apartment is home for the summer, I just left the door open.
But when I got back home that night, the lock was fixed! Thank you painters workers!