it's all sad.

I have a friend at work who's stuck in a crappy marriage. Basically, she's married to a controlling crack addict who can't hold a job. A cousin is a merchant seaman who has been on shore leave in SF for the past 2 weeks, and in a visit to her home he brought along his shipmate, who my friend struck up a friendship with. The shipmate is also married, plus they may never see each other again, so an affair was out of the question. Still, his last day in port was Sunday, and my friend desperately wanted to spend some time with this guy alone. I told her she could use my apartment, and use me as an excuse to get away from her husband for the evening (she told him she was going to a comedy club with me). My friend already had keys to my place because she takes care of my cat when I'm out of town, and I went to the movies for the evening (saw two of them) so they could have plenty of time. I habitually turn my phone off in the movies, so I was out of contact. When I got out I turned the phone back on, and there was a message from her. She said that she couldn't get the key to my place to open the lock, so they had to abandon their plan. I forgot to tell her that the lock is wearing out, and lately I've had to jiggle the key a little to get it to open. But she has the "good" set of keys, so I didn't think that would be a problem. If only I had had the phone on, I could have coached her through it (or if nothing else, left the theater and gone back to open it for them). Man, I felt so bad. That, and my annual evaluation at work sent me into a deep funk the last 2 days.