My landlords aren't the sharpest knives in the drawer:

So I get home about half an hour ago to discover that my landlord has put a new front door on our building. This sounds like great news, but when I attempt to put my key in the lock? Failure. The key will fit in, but it won't turn. I stand there for about ten minutes jiggling it, pulling it out a little way, nada. I tried to buzz up, but no one was home. I called Will, and he was on his way home. I then went around back and discovered that I don't have a key that works for the back gate. OK. I'm thirsty and it's kind of cold, so I go to Mr. G's, but a Diet Coke, wander around for a bit, and come back. I try my key again, but then Will opens the door. Apparently someone was coming out, so he managed to get into the entryway, but his key also wouldn't work on the second locked door. We stand there for a bit, then I go outside to get the number of our landlord (posted on a building nearby). I call but they are not there. Luckily, Will had just pushed really hard against the door and managed to get it open. When we go upstairs, there's an envelope under our door with three keys, presumably the keys to the front door.

I'm glad that we're getting new doors and all that, but you'd think that the management company would make an effort to do it in such a way that it does not violate Chicago code. It wouldn't even be that hard. Like, give us the keys the night before or early in the morning. Or at least like tell us that they're changing out the locks the night before so one of us can try to be home.