What a Fiasco!

So, this morning, Merton and I were supposed to go pick up some models at Lincoln Center. There was an SUV that was supposed to meet us there at 10. Knowing that we had a million little models and they were all disassembled, I decided to go there first thing in the morning so that I can pack everything up all nice for the transport. I show up a little past 9, go to the main door. There's a janitor cleaning right by the door. I go to open said door. Locked. I knock. The janitor waves his hands and points at the sign that says that box office does not open until 10. Great.
So, I go down into the tunnel, and try the other door. Locked. Crap.
I go to the stage door where I knew there would be a receptionist. The receptionist tries calling lots of people to see if I could be let in. Meanwhile, I'm telling the guy of course no one's going to be around to let me in because they're all in a meeting right now with my bosses. At 9:45, the stage manager finally comes by to let me in, and all the while is yelling at me that we can't just show up unannounced and all.
Finally I'm in, and I see Merton up above also trying to get in. I run to the front door to try and open it and call out to him. Nope. Locked in. I make a million phone calls, finally get his cellphone number and then I call him. I tell him to go to the stage door and try and enter from there. The receptionist, yet again, won't let him in. And this time, apparently, there's no one available to take him up there. I try to go back down only to find that the stairwell I took in the first place is locked. Essentially, I'm locked in! Finally, the other guy in the receptionist office took pity and let Merton up. He's horrified to see that we have a million little boxes that I'm trying to assemble.
Finally, everything's all packed up. Thankfully, the front doors were open this time, as it was past 10.
What a fiasco!