KirstenL4W

Not me. No, I’m fine. My apartment, on the other hand, well….

A couple of weeks ago I found water under the sink. Again. I put in a work order with the office but they have yet to call us to schedule a time. In the meantime, I figured out where the leak was coming from, and Boyfriend tightened up a loose connection. However, the floor of the cabinet has sagged even more, and I swear the only thing holding it together is the peel and stick vinyl tiles that they used to “fix” it last time.

Last night when I was cooking dinner, I heard a weird thump. Looking around to find the source, the silverware drawer looked a bit off. It’s not supposed to be tilted like that. At first I thought that it had come off its track, but it wouldn’t lean like that. No, the drawer was on the track, but the track had come off the back of the cabinet. Oh yeah. That’s fun. Sitting here again this morning, Boyfriend and I looked at each other and laughed when we heard it collapse again.

We’ve already decided that we are going to be looking to buy a house so we can hopefully move when the lease is up. At least then when stuff like this happens we can have fun fixing it ourselves instead of bitching about the apartments that are fixed by maintenance people who don’t know shit.

Edited to add: Boyfriend went to the office to pay the rent, and inquired about the status of our work order. Due to the heavy rain all day Friday and Friday night, the office was flooded, and quite a few residents were complaining of leaky roofs, so I guess the puddle under our sink is no longer a priority. I guess we’ll remind them about once a week or so until it either gets fixed or the mold kills us, whichever comes first.

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