Still mooching the series of tubes
Called AT&T. I should have internet, in MY apartment, on Thursday. The operator was confused when I tried to explain the 6-but-it-was-once-5 situation. She asked if I had talked to the landlord.
I wonder more and more if my landlords are lords of anything. Perhaps merely the apathetic babysitters of properties.
Yesterday, I made a nice dinner. My first real cooked meal at the place. Mushroom ravioli (from a freezer bag, I'm not that awesome), with mushrooms, artichoke hearts (from the olive bar at Whole Foods), and Italian sausage. With a nice little side salad. I cooked! T'was fun. Then I did the dishes, instead of letting them pile up like I normally would do because I'm a habitual slacker.
If you're wondering where I'm going with this, stick with me a moment more.
I soon after get a call from my landlord, who asks if I just did my dishes.
Apparently, the tenant below called her to report that water was leaking from/through his walls, onto his floor.
I've done the dishes twice before. This is the largest load I've had, since I have yet to make more than cereal and tea, but I had a decent sized load a few days ago. Somehow, yesterday was bad enough to flood.
The landlord said that she and her handyman brother (landlord 2 of 3) want to get out there to check on it themselves, before they hire a plumber, to see if they can fix it. But the earliest they can get there is Friday, at about noon.
She didn't say "Don't use your sink." Or even, "Use your sink with discretion and care." Nah. Just, Friday. She assures me she'll be careful not to let my cats out when she and her brother come in.
I'm really of the mind that I should eat my meals out so I don't generate more dishes, thus don't have to use the sink. And that I should get a discount in my rent for this month to compensate doing that. I plan to run that by her tomorrow. I wasn't witty enough to think of it then.
Reasons not to make dirty dishes I shouldn't wash: roaches. I found a slain one in my shoe, deposited by the proud bug slayer that is my overweight cat (she leaves the bottlecaps, peppermints and other prey in my shoes as well). I have yet to see a live one, and in an ancient house near a creek, I expect them. But that doesn't mean I want to welcome them with dishes.
You know, if I was the tenant below, and it was MY walls, and MY floor, I'd raise a stink. I'm inconvenienced but his stuff could get ruined by this. I'd demand they come out sooner. I'm not sure why he's not. Because he trusts I won't use my sink? We've yet to meet, so that seems awfully generous. He's been in the place for years, so maybe he doesn't care to raise hell anymore?
Meh. Meh, I say. And fie on it all.
I complain because my hope for living in the ancient house is a little shaken. Otherwise, I'm pretty happy. I'm just afraid this is just the tip of the maintenance iceberg.
I wonder more and more if my landlords are lords of anything. Perhaps merely the apathetic babysitters of properties.
Yesterday, I made a nice dinner. My first real cooked meal at the place. Mushroom ravioli (from a freezer bag, I'm not that awesome), with mushrooms, artichoke hearts (from the olive bar at Whole Foods), and Italian sausage. With a nice little side salad. I cooked! T'was fun. Then I did the dishes, instead of letting them pile up like I normally would do because I'm a habitual slacker.
If you're wondering where I'm going with this, stick with me a moment more.
I soon after get a call from my landlord, who asks if I just did my dishes.
Apparently, the tenant below called her to report that water was leaking from/through his walls, onto his floor.
I've done the dishes twice before. This is the largest load I've had, since I have yet to make more than cereal and tea, but I had a decent sized load a few days ago. Somehow, yesterday was bad enough to flood.
The landlord said that she and her handyman brother (landlord 2 of 3) want to get out there to check on it themselves, before they hire a plumber, to see if they can fix it. But the earliest they can get there is Friday, at about noon.
She didn't say "Don't use your sink." Or even, "Use your sink with discretion and care." Nah. Just, Friday. She assures me she'll be careful not to let my cats out when she and her brother come in.
I'm really of the mind that I should eat my meals out so I don't generate more dishes, thus don't have to use the sink. And that I should get a discount in my rent for this month to compensate doing that. I plan to run that by her tomorrow. I wasn't witty enough to think of it then.
Reasons not to make dirty dishes I shouldn't wash: roaches. I found a slain one in my shoe, deposited by the proud bug slayer that is my overweight cat (she leaves the bottlecaps, peppermints and other prey in my shoes as well). I have yet to see a live one, and in an ancient house near a creek, I expect them. But that doesn't mean I want to welcome them with dishes.
You know, if I was the tenant below, and it was MY walls, and MY floor, I'd raise a stink. I'm inconvenienced but his stuff could get ruined by this. I'd demand they come out sooner. I'm not sure why he's not. Because he trusts I won't use my sink? We've yet to meet, so that seems awfully generous. He's been in the place for years, so maybe he doesn't care to raise hell anymore?
Meh. Meh, I say. And fie on it all.
I complain because my hope for living in the ancient house is a little shaken. Otherwise, I'm pretty happy. I'm just afraid this is just the tip of the maintenance iceberg.