Ok. It’s lovely that you finally decided to repaint the outside of our apartments. They needed it. And for the rent we pay, this place should look like the fucking Taj Mahal. But your workers are inept, rude cockwads. Not only did they use the chairs on our back porch to help with their painting, they broke our table. They took our broom and our ashtrays - never to be seen again. I think the final insult, however, is that they reversed our lock so it now works FROM THE OUTSIDE! Imagine my shock when I couldn’t get out my screen door this morning, because I was locked in. Brilliant, fucking brilliant. It was lovely to walk around my apartment to be able to unlock my back door, and discover that they even painted our doorknob. And, I really appreciate your promptness in showing up for work on a Saturday. It was just fucking great to be awoken at 7 am by your foul language. If only you would work on a Saturday when there is a real problem! When the water heater broke, we were informed by Slumlord that it was too expensive to get it fixed on a Saturday. So, MLC and I went without hot water for 4 days. Yet it’s apparently of extreme urgence in Slumlord’s life to make sure that painting is complete by noon on a Saturday. Fuck you Mr. Slumlord. I hope you fucking rot in hell. I hope you come back in your next life as a hemmorhoid on Osama’s ass.
Make a list of what’s wrong. Send it to him and cc somebody important in your area (housing department, etc.) even though you don’t really send them a copy he won’t know that.
Or better yet, really DO cc your housing department. They should be able to do something about your complaints. A few years ago, some roommates and I lived in a house where the landlord refused to make some basic repairs. Repairs as serious as exposed electrical outlets, all the way down to not-quite-so-serious windows that lacked screens. The housing department came out, listed all the violations, sent a copy to the landlord, and gave him a certain amount of time (a few months, as I recall) to make all the repairs. If the repairs weren’t made in that time, we were going to begin paying our rent into an escrow account rather than to the landlord until he did make the repairs. We ended up moving out before the time was up, but it seemed like they were serious.
Even if you think your complaints are annoyances rather than serious complaints the housing department would be concerned with, send it anyway. You might be surprised. I was.