For my own record.
This has been my bathroom ceiling since August 22nd. It's only a matter of time before I'm showering and get crushed by the second floor bathtub falling on my head.
I've called the engineer and landlord about a dozen times, and they've never once come to fix it despite numerous promises. The engineer says he's too busy, but I see him loitering around outside the building all the time, or chatting with people in the street.
This, in addition to people showing up at my door unexpectedly to show my apartment four times now (you're required 24 hour notice), and I'm about fed up. One eight hundred get fucked, Beal Properties.