lookin for some LJ friends
so i had some god-awful cramps this morning and my sister gave me some percocets. and they made me like.. high. i feel crazy right now. just for the record. i heard that when you have more babies, your periods get worse, cramps get worse and even some of the symptoms that you may have never had before all of a sudden show up [i.e. nausea.. crankiness--like i was a full on bitch this time] so.. how exciting, right?
so maintenance is at my house right now, attempting to fix my bedroom floor/living room ceiling.. the head guy is talking to me in jargon in which i do not really understand. talking about knots in the wood and the ceiling drooping because of it.. basically what should be said is 'we can't half-assed fix it any more, so we're going to actually do what we should have done years ago.' i know i pissed them off in the office because i called the city inspector. and just so it's understood, this is how the whole thing started/went down:
so one morning, we were doing what we normally did [i was cleaning up, malachi was playing and terrell was upstairs.] suddenly, i hear terrell yelling down to me, and at first i couldn't hear him, so i ran up to him.. to find my entire bathroom in a few inches of water. the toilet had overflowed, and as i was going downstairs to grab the mop and bucket, i look up to see water just dripping/pouring down at an alarming rate from my ceiling in my foyer, dining room and kitchen. so i started freaking out. i called the office, told them i needed maintenance to get here right away, that i had a bad bad leak.. she said she'd have someone there asap.
twenty minutes later, no one had shown up. [i was pregnant at the time too, so i had sort of a badass attitude.] so i walk out the front door to look around to see what the hell the maintenance dudes were doing. all of a sudden two of them roll up and start freakin mulching people's front yards. so i, impatiently walked up.. and asked them if they could please come fix my toilet, and stop my ceiling from leaking. they acted like they didn't even know it was happening. so the one dude comes into my apartment to 'look' at it. he goes outside and comes back in with a snake. snaked the toilet and nothing came out at all. they told me as for the ceiling, that i would just have to wait til the whole thing dried before they could repair it.
so a week goes by. and they came back. first they tried to screw the drywall back to the rest of the ceiling. [remember that cartoon good idea/bad idea? yeah..] that obviously worked so they 'had to call a professional' and i use the term 'professional' quite loosely. the guy came in a put a whole new piece of drywall up, went on his way.. and i thought that was the end of it.
a month later, i had my daughter. i had just gotten home from the hospital to find a note on my door. i open it up and it's regarding the repair made to my apartment. they claimed it was not 'normal wear and tear' and concluded that i should be responsible for the money. come to find out, they wanted to charge me $600.00 for the entire repair [any red flags pop up for anyone else?]
to make a long story short, i'm not stupid. i believe that they think because i live in subsidized housing, section 8 whatever.. that apparently i am not intelligent, and i do not know my rights. but quite to the contrary. i called the housing advocate of my county, i called HUD, i called the MSHDA and i called my city inspector. he came in and checked out my house and wrote down a bunch of stuff, and the next thing you know, i have a note on my door, telling me that they have to come in and make some repairs. so yeah, and i haven't received any word regarding the $600 bill.. and i better not.
SO. that's why they're fixin my shit. and that's how i roll.
anyway. this journal entry is long enough. i have to go get ♥malachi♥ off the bus here in about 20 minutes so i'm off to do that, and then it's naptime. so... bye!