At about 5:15, there was still no sign of them, so I left a note in case they did show up after getting really lost, and grabbed a ride with Taz- the facilities guy. They weren't at the apartment, so I fear I have misplaced my guests. This is an undergoodness.
In further r0xx0rness, they've further straightened the place when I was gone, so go them, yet again.
In yet further r0xx0rness, I'm not working next week- I was one week off of my counting of weeks- forgetting that this is technically the first week in September, and not next week.
In a final bout of r0xx0rness, I got paid, and cashed the check, because the Charter One in downtown (the bank the check is drawn off of) stays open till nine or ten.
I'm still wondering where my guests are.