The State of Disrepair borders the State of Annoyance.

Last rainy season, my ceiling sprung a leak, some guy came out to fix it pretty quickly. Except he didn't really fix it, cause the next time it rained, there was this rust colored stain around where he patched the ceiling. I thought hmm, I wonder if that is actually fixed. And last night at about 12:30am, I got my answer: no!

I was all tucked in bed when I heard water hitting my sound system. I sprang out of bed and tried duct taping the hole, but it kept spreading and finally I just gave up and emailed the repair email address for my building. I was polite, but I also said I was not happy that this wasn't fixed properly when I was told it had been.

So I'm at work this morning and a building management lady calls me saying a roofer is coming at noon, I need to be there to let him in and I was like, uhh I'm at work, I can't leave. And the woman from management said they don't have a key to my apartment. Which is BS because someone had a key when this happened last year. So I said, well the last time this happened, someone was able to get into the apartment to fix it without me needing to be there. And she said well the owner went out there a couple of weeks ago and tried all the keys and not all of them worked, so I guess we'll just hope yours was one that works, or else, I don't know, we'll have to call a locksmith.

What exactly does my rent money go for? And what building owner doesn't have keys to all his units?

It's just been one stupid thing after another with those building managers. Like it was listed on the internet as one price, which was within my budget and that was price I wrote on the credit check form and everything. And then after the credit check goes through and I'm picking a date to sign the lease, the guy handling the lease process was like oh and the price is higher than what it said on the internet that was "an old ad." But by that time, it was almost the end of the month and I needed to get out of my apartment, so I just had to pay the new price. Or like how I was told my heater worked, when it didn't. And when the lease arranging guy told me I had a parking spot and then the mean Russian building manager told me he was going to tow my car if I kept parking in the spot that the lease arranging guy had assigned me. Or when I had to go through a security interview at an airport after my wallet was stolen and the security agent told me the registered renter of my apartment was a dude who I'd never even heard of. And why are there two names on my mailbox. I'm only one person.

Love Always, Jack

PS Building manager lady asked if "they would be able to tell where the leak was." Yeah I think so. It's the spot in the ceiling that's dripping water and has plaster and paint chips hanging from it.

11/24/08

I was pumping gas, minding my own business (I always like to throw that in there in case people forget that I do not go looking for these situations), and I noticed this homeless guy in a wheel chair who had lost both of his legs from the knee down. He rolls over to me and asks for some spare change, and then makes his way back over to the gas station attendant. The attendant seemed a little too chipper for someone who was emptying trash cans at a gas station. She was making small talk with the homeless guy, and when he decided to leave, he said goodbye to her and she said "See you later. And remember, God is great". Everyone at the gas station, including the homeless guy, just stopped and stared at her. Did she really just say "God is great" to a leg/home-less guy? I couldn't believe my ears. I've been in a state of annoyance ever since.