If you're my friend, you can touch me...if not, keep your hands where I can see 'em, bunk. Signed, Fucking tired of being patted by strangers.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh LOVELY. Apparently the condensor line (for the condensed water to vacate the premises) for my ac got plugged. Like, two weeks ago. It's been leaking into the furnace and the downstairs neighbors'. And they just got to it because last time I lent my keys, they didn't make copies.
Did they leave a note when they stopped by earlier? NO. There's water in the bottom of my utility closet and soaking the furnace and filter.
Blearg blearg blearg.
And I just heard an ominous thump. Hopefully it was just the door being shut. Off to investigate.
Aaaaand there's filthy water spilled all over my livingroom.
Well, that was fun.
I'm having a drink. Got it mopped off the walls and wood floor. About a quarter of the carpet is blotchily stained with greyish crap. It's probably just dust and mold, but ew.
It was a freak accident, and I feel for the guy, but when he asked if there was anything to tell the office, I said "Carpet cleaning." He made some noises about me moving furniture so "they don't have to pay that" but fuck that noise. No matter the cause, mgmt is responsible for messes its staff makes. They are so footing this one in all its glory.
None of this was my responsibility.
Totally.
He is SO FUCKING LUCKY it missed my bookcases.
I would have asked for replacement costs for every damned book damaged. A book foot (I made that up. A foot of books) is probably $100 easy.
I think I was preemptively cranky.
sometimes it saves time.
OMG, sarameg!