Glad you are home and using well deserved sick time, Vortex. Feel better soon...
I would except THE FUCKING PLASTERERS ARE HERE. You may remember me bitching about all of the fucking water damage from the rain on my ceiling (5 separate drips, etc.) Get a letter week before last saying "plasterers will be here thursday, friday, monday" I raise hell, because of the extensive damage, I've got to rearrange my bedroom so that they can get to all of the spots. This is inconvenient, requires me to unplug/unhook a bunch of stuff, move furnture, etc. This is unacceptable over the weekend. The woman gets an attitude and says "we'll just cancel" I said, "no, just make sure that they're there the first two days". Walk into my bedroom on Thursday, nothing. Friday, seems to be fixed, but I am suspicious and don't move the furniture back. I forget about it. Am in my SICKBED this morning when the knock comes. I snap at the plasterers (I apologized, not their fault), then call the office. Bitch says "oh, the keys were given to them before I got here, they were'nt supposed to go into your apartment" Which is complete bullshit, they were hoping that I'd be at work and wouldn't fucking notice. Plus, there's no one from aparmtment maintenance with these random people in my apartment. they explain 'oh well if we've known them for a while and there haven't been any problems, they don't need anyone with them." I'm so pissed.