Friday night (it always happens on a weekend night), I was on the computer and heard splishy-splashy noises coming from a room that had no business making splishy-splashy noises. Hmmm. I went to investigate, and there was water dripping from the overhead light in the bathroom. Water + electricity? Fun! So I went upstairs to tell my wonderful neighbors that it seems like their shower is leaking. Again. They apologized, as if it were their fault Mr. Fix It didn’t actually fix it the last two times he was here.
They called the emergency repair number, and were told someone would be out Saturday ayem, and that I would need to be around as well, so that they could get into my apartment. What for, I can’t imagine. There’s not actually anything broken here, and as soon as the leak is for real fixed, the light should be fine. I mean, it’s not like they’re going to replace the light or wiring. They are too brimful of slackertude for that.
I got up early Saturday morning, just in case. At about 3:00, there was a knock on my door from one of the upstairs guys. Maintenance had called and weren’t going to come out until Monday, because they’d decided that water + electricity was not, in fact, an emergency. Huh.
So apparently, I got up early on Saturday and wasted half the day waiting around, for bupkis. And now, I have to decide whether I’m going to stay home tomorrow, go in to work and leave early, or just go to work as normal and let the maintenance guys figure out how to navigate the dog. I know that if I go to work for the whole day, they’ll show up, and if I stay home, they won’t.
Decisions, decisions…
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