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i wish i had time to move
Nov. 7th, 2002 10:04 pmyeah, my building sucks. haven't been able to use my kitchen sink in 2 days due to a leak in the apt. below mine and the one below that. naturally, the landlord assumes the source of the problem is me. so after hammering loud enuf to wake the dead (though not SG) downstairs all morning, he rings the doorbell enuf times to wake up SG (quite a feat, let me tell you) at 4:30 this afternoon (despite being fully aware that SG works the nightshift and doesn't get up til 7pm) then proceeds to accuse us of causing the leak by using a washing machine. supposedly, the pipes aren't equipped to handle that kind of pressure.
now, let's not get me started on that statement. when SG, holding on to his temper despite it being first thing in the morning (definately deserves applause), kindly informed him that yes, we do have a washing machine, but we've never used the darned thing, the super just glared and walked away.
anyone taking bets that he thinks SG's lying? *swigh* we got the washing machine from my grandfather's when he was put into a home last winter. there are parts missing, so we've never used it. i've actually asked my dad to come and get the damn thing, as it's an eyesore and only takes up valuable space.
now, does anyone else remember my upstairs neighbors and their merman? i'm laying bets on them causing the leak, for some reason... ---> and, if my apt floods, i am seriously going to flip out on SOMEONE. ANYONE. preferably the super and my downstairs neighbor, who conspire to make my life a living hell. gah.
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on another note, i was actually all geared up to get some writing done tonite. now, with all the excitement with the pipes, all inspiration has completely fled my mind. (well, between that and the mild anxiety attack i had at the mere idea of calling the super's cell phone to ask him what exactly was wrong with the pipes, what i can and cannot use -- ie: washing machine downstairs -- and when it'll be fixed. of course, he didn't pick up, so i have to go thru it all again tomorrow).
i want to move. if only i could find a damned apt...
now, let's not get me started on that statement. when SG, holding on to his temper despite it being first thing in the morning (definately deserves applause), kindly informed him that yes, we do have a washing machine, but we've never used the darned thing, the super just glared and walked away.
anyone taking bets that he thinks SG's lying? *swigh* we got the washing machine from my grandfather's when he was put into a home last winter. there are parts missing, so we've never used it. i've actually asked my dad to come and get the damn thing, as it's an eyesore and only takes up valuable space.
now, does anyone else remember my upstairs neighbors and their merman? i'm laying bets on them causing the leak, for some reason... ---> and, if my apt floods, i am seriously going to flip out on SOMEONE. ANYONE. preferably the super and my downstairs neighbor, who conspire to make my life a living hell. gah.
~~~~~
on another note, i was actually all geared up to get some writing done tonite. now, with all the excitement with the pipes, all inspiration has completely fled my mind. (well, between that and the mild anxiety attack i had at the mere idea of calling the super's cell phone to ask him what exactly was wrong with the pipes, what i can and cannot use -- ie: washing machine downstairs -- and when it'll be fixed. of course, he didn't pick up, so i have to go thru it all again tomorrow).
i want to move. if only i could find a damned apt...
