Actually, my landlady died a few weeks ago, but the management company (her brother and nephew) will have to do for the moment…
A couple of weeks ago, the building management had mentioned to a couple of tenants that they were going to be doing some electrical work in the building, date as yet unknown. My late landlady, when she was alive, apparently never wanted to spend anything for maintenance, so the building is in sore need of upgrades; the electrical system, for example, probably hasn’t been up to code in decades. Her nephew, now that she is gone, has told me he wants to take better care of the building, and I’ve been hearing bits and pieces from my neighbors that they had applied for permits to redo the wiring, but no date had been given for the work; the most specific thing I’d heard was “maybe sometime in September.” We even had a sign posted on the front door Monday morning that power would be off from 9 to 4 that day (nice advance notice there too, dudes!); I’d called the office to ask them to repair my kitchen light, which has broken for the 3rd time in the past 6 months, and they assured me that all electrical work would be completed by the end of July, but again gave me no specific date when work would be done, nor did they tell me to move anything or otherwise prepare.
Well, at about 7:15 this morning, as I was almost leaving for work, a knock came at my back door. I’d been hearing the work crew back there for the past week or so, yelling at each other in Romanian, and knew they’d been doing some work on my late landlady’s apartment, so it wasn’t a total surprise.
What WAS a surprise is that they intended to rip half the wiring out of my kitchen TODAY. They are moving the fuse boxes into the apartments, instead of the basement, and bringing the building up to code.
I am not at all against having safe wiring in my apartment, in theory; what pissed me off was the lack of notice. The crew leader assured me that they would carefully empty out the contents of my pantry and put them in the dining room, and that the work would only take a few days, after which they would put shelves back in the pantry and I could go about my life. At least that’s what I think he was saying; my Romanian isn’t so good, possibly not much better than his English. So with some (OK, a LOT of) trepidation, I left for work, figuring some displacement was inevitable.
Now those of you who know me know that I am somewhat of a cooking fanatic, and as a result I have a LOT of stuff in my pantry. At least I did, until this morning.
The crew leader spoke the truth; they did remove everything from the pantry and carefully place it in the dining room. IN A BIG FUCKING HEAP with no organization whatsoever - would it have killed them to leave space so I can reach the windows, or even the windowshades, over the next few days as the temperature gets into the 90s? What if I want to, you know, COOK something in my KITCHEN? I have no fucking clue where anything is right now except the frying pans hanging on the wall above the stove, like say, the flour, sugar, coffee, beans, cooking utensils, or pretty much anything I use on a daily basis.
And to add insult to injury? I’m not a neat freak, by any means, and no, I don’t care if workmen use my bathroom if they’re going to be here all day. But don’t leave dirt in my sink, don’t tromp mud and wet drywall plaster all over my bathroom rug, and and DON’T LEAVE THE FUCKING SEAT UP!