Today’s the last day for me to pay my September rent. I got the check all made out, but I’m feeling pissed about having to pay it.
What has it been now – six weeks? – since the workers came in to repair my bathroom. Of course before that it was constant calling to the building manager to try and bring attention to the falling down ceiling, because of a leak upstairs. The plaster has been torn out and the workers attempted to fix the link with some new pipes, but it’s still leaking. I now have two showers in my bathroom and those workers have yet to come back despite my complaint.
I live in Clifton’s Gaslight District and tomorrow, I’ll have a new column up saying how much I love living there and I really do. Most apartments in Clifton are known for their bad maintenance and I’m experiencing that first hand right now. I say in my column you have to take the good with the bad here – but here on “rent day” I’m a little tired of putting up with my bathroom.
This morning, I’ll be looking for the building manager. I’ll have a word with her before I turn over the rent check. Being nice and patient has gotten me no where. Today, “Scary Larry” returns.