So we called emergency maintenance tonight because there was a giant puddle on our kitchen floor (from a leak) that I almost fell in while I was cooking (aka, I would have fallen face first into a working stove top) and at first the guy was like, trying to debate with us whether or not this was an “emergency” situation and asking if it could wait until morning. Which like, I get that you probably get a lot of non emergency calls, but this is clearly a risk to both our property and yours, as well as being a safety hazard. Also, it’s your JOB. So finally Mark lays down the law and dude comes out, and yeah, there’s a huge leak, and it’s bad. They have to replace the entire cabinet below the sink because of water damage. What’s more, a shit ton of my expensive cookware is completely ruined. Splash guards rusted through, bamboo cutting boards covered in mold, etc. And we’re barely managing to make rent right now, so replacing the lovely kitchen stuff I’ve accumulated over the years is completely out of the question.
I guess what I’m saying here is, fucking FUCK. When am I going to catch a BREAK.