I am an even-tempered and calm sort of person. I have yelled at very few human beings in my life, but that number has just increased by one.

I came home early from my last day of work to find my door unlocked. Hm, that’s unusual, did I forget to lock it this morning? Possible, but totally unlikely. Then I noticed the stale smell of cigarette smoke and our refrigerator and some other items in our kitchen were askew. I called my landlord and he said he had come over and fixed something in the kitchen.

Isn’t it against the law to enter the premises without notifying the tenant in advance? And even if they had notified us, what about leaving the door unlocked all day long? Our upstairs neighbors were broken into last year after leaving the door unlocked for one hour.

I was totally livid, but all I said was, “Oh, I wish you had told me you were going to be coming by today.” I somehow managed to displace my anger with happy thoughts of moving out next week.

Well, at least until I walked into my bathroom an hour later and found a cigarette butt floating in my toilet. Oh my god, really? My blood pressure shot through the roof. Not only did they enter our apartment without notifying us, leave our kitchen askew, and stink it up, but a cigarette butt in the toilet? That sent me over the edge.

I immediately called our landlord back, without even thinking what I was going to say or why, and I yelled with no other purpose than to let him know how angry I was. And I accomplished that, but unfortunately, I don’t feel that much better. I’m just glad that I’m moving out soon and don’t have to deal with these people anymore. But I’m definitely going to let my roommate, who is taking over the lease, know about this so it doesn’t happen again.

Grrrrr.