If the Romans could master, or at least attempt, indoor plumbing, WHY CAN’T MY APARTMENT COMPLEX? For a over a year we lived here and never once thought about the plumbing. The continued flow of water was but trivia to us. I’d turn the faucet on in the morning and lo! Water!
Until the New Management came in. Our old, inefficient apartment complex is gradually going from ghettofied to somewhat respectable. Which sucks, cause I like my project. And cause I know all the “improvements” like the repainted buildings and shiny new laundry room are going to mean increased rent. Never trust a business, says I, especially one that threatens to kick you out cause you didn’t write em a rent check and only relents when you show them a copy of the endorsed, deposited check. “Oh! We must’ve put it in the wrong pile!” Despite our never being late on rent. It’s usually in on the first. But I digress.
Well, around December, a pipe blew in our building. I imagine this happens now and then. But since then, the flow of water has been most unreliable for the entire complex. About once a month, the water mysteriously turns off, and no one in the management office knows why or even knows that it’s occuring. And it’s occured again today. And it’s raining outside, so I could feasibly put a barrel on the roof and collect some water. Why can’t they do the same?
Fuck you, new management. I want my water and my ghetto back.
I hope your apartment’s management gets their act together soon, and actually begins to do their job properly.