I live in a 2-bedroom, 2-bath apartment.
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