Trading Spaces

This has been QUITE the week. Work was just hellish and I haven't gotten much sleep. I left work promptly at 430pm today and successfully made it home without being hit by a car. All I wanted to do when I arrived home was jump in some sweats and vegetate on the couch. I did do this but not before I found some strange woman attempting to use her key to get into my neighbor's condo.
She looks at me as I open the door to the hallway and, not recognizing me, says, "Am I on the wrong floor?"
Silently in my head, I say, "How the hell do I know, lady?"
Then, she looks at the number on the door across the hall from me and says, "Oh, yes, I am. I'm not well." She then takes my neighbor's "Welcome" door mat that she had moved in front of my door and puts it back in place where she found it originally and hustles past me. I was convinced that Paige Davis from Trading Spaces was going to jump out from behind a door and tell me I had to paint my neighbor's place and reupholster their old loveseat. Ugh, that would've been bad. I just wanted to nap.