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Deep breath. It was around 8 pm, I was tired, I was hungry, I didn't want maintenance people invading my fortress of serenity while I was resting righteously from my Hard Day at the Office. So I put a trashcan under the leak, mopped up the floor, and vowed to call maintenance the next morning. Oh, and I changed my hours yesterday, to be effective today, from 8:15 - 4:45 to 9:30-6:00, so I was eagerly looking forward to sleeping in this morning. But it was not to be. This morning I woke up at 4:45 am, went into the bathroom, and discovered another leak had sprung in the ceiling during the night, leaving the floor covered in about 1" water. I stand on the wet floor in bare feet for a few moments, unable to think in the lingering fog of sleep, and eventually I decide to put a bowl under the new leak and just go back to bed. I would call maintenance before I left for work at 9. So I go back to bed, anticipating another 3 hours of sleep, and....nothing. I cannot relax. I cannot stop thinking about water dripping from the ceiling. I try thinking about all sorts of things to distract myself, even thinking of nothing at all and just paying attention to my breathing, and I cannot shake the image of water dripping from the ceiling. I tell myself to get a grip, it will get taken care of in a few hours, the new leak is under control, everything is okay. Nothing works. I can't stop thinking about my leaky ceiling. So I did not get 9 hours of sleep last night, as I had planned -- I get 6. Oh, this made me very upset. Instead of calling maintenance this morning, I went to the main office before I left for work and demanded that my ceiling be fixed today, while I'm at work, so when I get home I have a dry bathroom. I probably had no right to be so assertive, seeing as I had exacerbated the problem by not reporting it earlier, but goddammit, my sleep was disturbed. Spider Rule #1 -- Do not disturb my sleep. It is precious to me. Now I almost don't want to go home tonight, because I'm afraid they haven't fixed the ceiling, new leaks have sprung, and I'm going to come home to a flooded apartment. Pray for me. |
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withhold rent if they refuse to do work. It doesnt have to be a ghetto if you are hard assed enough. |
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They have temporarily fixed the ceiling -- torn down the dry-wall on the ceiling, plastered up the hole, and stapled cardboard over the whole mess. It looks horrible, but the floor is dry and nothing is dripping, and that's all I care about. I slept 8.75 hours last night. I'm happy. I had one of my recurring dreams about cigarrettes this morning. For some freaky reason, I often dream about buying cigarrettes and getting excited about smoking them (strange because in real life I can't stand the taste and and smell, and have absolutely no interest in smoking). A few days ago, I dreamt I bought cloves. This morning I dreamt I went into a convenience store and bought 6-7 different kinds of cigarrettes to see which was the best kind. Weird. |
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you're so goth it hurts spider. |
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I never have been able to stand cigarette smoke. Don't know about cloves. Every now and then, I'll chill out on my porch with a good book and a briar full of Hellgate Gold tobacco. Pipe smokin's the way to go. At least, if you don't inhale. |
Cloves smell sweet and, uh, smoky, and supposedly taste sweet. I'd probably try a clove c i g a r e t t e -- without fully inhaling, cuz I gots sensitive lungs -- if I found some, just so I could satisfy whatever unconscious impulse is making me dream about them. I think you have to get them at a tobacconist's -- convenience stores don't sell them. |
(im joking with you spider and not citing or even thinking about you when i say that....you are neither pitiful nor a clove smoker) clove smokes are far more harsh on your lungs than regular cigarettes. like many i know, i once bought a pack, thinking it would be like smoking Twizzlers and whatnot only to realize i was a moron to think it was anything remotely pleasurable. |
Maybe all those goths (and art majors, don't forget them) aren't inhaling? |
you're talking about people who drink absinthe, for fuck sake. |
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It's a curse. |
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Just keep posting. Start a thread about Vilnius. Is it in Lithuania that some dude has a Stalin World theme park? I know it's one of the Baltic states. |
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"Suck it, Trebek!!" |
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Still, he's fun to watch. |
Still, he's fun to watch. |
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Sean Connery isn't like total eye candy for me, though he isn't bad. I like most of the movies I have seen him in, though. Most of them. I think he made a better James Bond, than say, oh, Timothy Dalton, or even Roger Moore. But then again, I am not a big Bond fan anyways. |
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Well, almost all. The new ceiling needs to be painted -- it's just bare spackle and dry wall now. But I was pained when I came home from work yesterday and saw a note in my bathroom saying maintenance had been there that afternoon to fix my low-pressure toilet. I didn't ask them to fix the toilet. They hadn't given me any notice that they would be coming into my apartment. Isn't that against the law? Aren't they required to give 24 hours notice? I had a pile of clean laundry sitting on the floor with a big blue bra right on top. I don't like strangers seeing my underwear, and seeing my apartment, without my knowledge or permission. I wrote a note on the back of maintenance's note saying, "Please do not perform unrequested non-emergency repairs in my apartment without 24 hours notice" and left it for my building manager. This pisses me off. It's bad enough that they leave packages and over-sized mail in my apartment when they don't fit in my mailbox. At least then, all they do is open the door and leave the stuff right there on the table in the entrance. I really don't like people *in my space* without my permission. God. |
. Picking locks is much easier than most people realize. . Not that it would solve anything. But that's not really the point. |
In some places, it is against the law. At least that's what me mum told me. Last year someone came in to do routine (i.e. something I didn't request) work last year and when I came home and found out, I did not like the feeling it left me with. So I requested some notice for when this kind of work is being done. I also found out that, if you ask, they will wait until you are home to do stuff. The only maintainence people who have access are the two people who are actually employed by the complex, and doesn't apply to just anyone that they hire for work. That is *some* comfort, but I still don't want Jorge and Louise looking at my stuff. |