I get a call at work Tuesday evening on my cell phone, from my teenage manchild, telling me that the maintenance man is in my bathroom making repairs.
When I try to get my teenage manchild to explain what KIND of repairs, well, let's just say it was like talking to a brick wall - or in MY case, a plaster wall!
So here's what I found out (ahhh, no, not from the manchild). Tuesday, my neighbor noticed a leak under her bathroom sink. Neighbor calls on-site leasing office. Plumber is called out to assess the situation. Leasing office leaves me a voice mail on my home phone telling me that my neighbor has reported a leak and that my under-the-sink drawers and cabinets have been sealed off and can't be used at this time.
Ok, I understand these things can happen. But #1, why didn't the office call me on my cell phone? That's the first number they have to reach me. And #2, why the sam hill didn't they remove the drawers and their contents and the under-the-sink items before sealing it off?! We're talking face makeup, hair products, lotions, and other necessary toiletries.
But I'm "cool". I'm kinda liking the au natural look at work. HA!
Last night I arrive home to THIS! Oh yeah, and by the way . . . I have not heard from anyone in the leasing office yet. That's my vanity and bathroom behind curtain #1. And there's a really loud blowing sound coming from behind it. Probably some fan trying to suck up the water damage????
DUDE! you just threw my artwork on the dresser and layed stuff on it!
Do you think you could have maybe brought a box to put my stuff in, instead of trying to fit everything on the dresser? sheesh
Is that one of my "GOOD" towels you've put on the floor to lay stuff on? Yeah, I see that you put plastic runners down, but come on fellas - not the "good" towels . . .
And this was all along one side of my bed. The other side of my bed butts up against the wall, so this is the side I need to use to get in the bed. But I guess that wasn't their concern yesterday.
I slept in the living room last night on the sofa. The good thing is, I can use my son's bathroom to get ready for work today.
Here's what I found out on my patio this morning when I went out to try to get into my laundry room (door on the right that I can't get in now). I hope they aren't reinstalling these old cabinets, sink and medicine cabinet *sigh* . . .
I don't have to be at work today until noon. Can someone tell me what time the bathroom demolishers are returning so I know if I need to take my shower early?
I'm not feeling very creative today. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
18 comments:
OMG! What a nightmare! They could at least let you know whats going on, or hey...its all their fault...maybe hook you up with a hotel for the night since you can't even get to your bed! I hate apartments! They are such a pain to deal with! I got an idea, how about you relocate to South Texas, I got a great house for sale! 4 bed, 2 bath on one acre for $106,000!
Hope your day gets better!!!!
Smile!
~Abigail
Oh, I'd be so so peeeed! I don't think so...setting your things among your art and sealing the drawers, using the good towels on the floor. No way would I be happy. I had something like this happen a long time ago when I lived in an apartment. They came in and did the yearly, monthly, whatever, pest control thing and sprayed everything in sight including clothes and food on table. No letter it was coming, no warning whatsoever! I was beside myself. Hope you're back to normal soon. :-)
Good morning Abigail! Ooooh, thank you for the offer :) My sil/bff has been living in Texas for almost a year now, and would LOVE it if I was able to move there. I know I'm going to get an e-mail from her as soon as she reads your comment!
Good (sort of) morning Kathy! I think I should get off this computer and go take my shower and find my "stuff" before they just walk in on me this morning. urrrrrrrgh
Oh.no. I'm nuts about anyone other than the cats touching my stuff, so this would have been nightmarish. And, I understand the random ramblings of the man-child all too well! Considering how much I have to talk to him it baffles the mind that he is not a highly skilled communicator!
Good luck with this, perhaps you'll feel like creating in the way of redecorating once it's all fixed.
Oh My, Are you sure you haven't moved into MY building?? This sounds like something the idiots who run this place would do. Is it my building manager and the rest of the buffoons who just decided to move from West Hollywood to YOUR house??
I am *so* sorry. Seriously. I feel your pain. Been there (several times) and it's not fun. It "rained" in Tristan's bedroom for 2 weeks one year when we were in Boston for Christmas. Long story short it took them SEVEN MONTHS to fix his bedroom and that was only after hubby and I put up a huge fuss and raised holy hell.
Hopefully you won't have the same painters we had. IF so, put away anything-anything-breakable.
*sigh*
Holy Moly! How could they come in without actual confirmation from you! A voice message does not cut the mustard! Jez!
Incredible!!! I definitely think you should start packin'for Texas...but before you go, I think a letter and compensation should be forthcoming!
Lezlei
I. Can't. Believe. This!
Have these people had their brains surgically removed? They better be giving you a discount on your rent this month fro the inconvenience alone. I'm still shaking my head...
Oh, my! What a nightmare!! I would be in big time trouble-I live in a really old house with one bathroom!
Hope they get you fixed up soon and that nothing is damaged in the process!!
chris p
Welllll. I'm one of those Apt. managers...and I think its a 'man" thing, the way they handled...or mishandled the situation. How aggravating to not have them communicate with you! I feel your pain. Laurie
This is unbelievable! You know, perhaps you should redo your contact information with the apt. managers and white out the land line/home phone number! That way they can't call that number and leave an urgent message. You always have the cell with you whether you are out or there.
I was so hung up on the Wildflower song, I forgot to comment! ( you GOTTA hear the version by the O'Jays!) I would be SO put out if I came home and discovered that waiting for me...I think that the Manchild needs some companionship in the form of my twins! Send me your mailing addy and I will send them to you...
oh. my. frickin. god.
It's certainly a guy thing. Men have no appreciation for "good" towels. How awful! At least you have one available bathroom! That's a blessing (small consolation, I know.)
There is only one word of advice I can give to you in this situation, Sherry: Chocolate Martini. okay, that's 2 words but you knew what I meant. Oh, and I gave you a Kreativ-Award!!
xoSusan
Oh, I can't even discuss "good towels" and "men" in the same sentence without feeling my blood pressure rise. STACKS of old stained ripped twenty year old towels and the men in my life only seem to be able to reach the expensive new, one-of-a-kind or, alternately, the pristine vintage towels and linens when they want to mop up mud or spilled wine or.... I better stop before I start to steam.
I came here to check out your contest but have not even been there yet to add a comment. I like to look at the art and spend time...However this post as outrageous as it is, cracks me up (or maybe it was the way you describe it...not the actual events) I have so lived this sort of stuff and it just keeps continuing. You get a big "ahhh, poor baby" a hug and a glass of wine from me!
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