And This Is Why I'm On The Top Floor...

Mar 24, 2008 10:38

Late yesterday afternoon, I had a rather polite young gentleman knock on my door and ask if I was having any problems with water leakage. After eventually determining that he was on the maintenance staff for my apartment complex (I'd recommend a logoed shirt or something in the future, as I wasn't really convinced until he mentioned the name of my downstairs neighbor and flashed his keys), I let him in to determine the source of the water leaking down into the apartment below. Given the location of the water below, I suggested the water heater. He opened the locked closet--to which I don't have a key--and behold, the water heater was slowly dripping. He called his boss, said he was turning off the intake, suggested that I get a shower before too much leaked out, and left.

Of course, he turned off the wrong valve. I was left without any hot water, and any that leaked out was replaced. And heated.

In the meantime, I warmed water on the stove to wash my hair and face this morning, at least. In theory, they're supposed to be getting me a new water heater and installing it this morning. While I would love a heat-on-demand system, I suspect they're going as cheaply as possible, which pretty much rules out something like that, even if it's cheaper in the long run. In the same theory, they should be replacing the wet carpet pad in my hallway. I can say with some confidence that the renovation that the complex had the year before I moved in likely didn't include the water heaters. Minor mental note: when/if I rent another place, ask to see inside the locked utility closet before I move in. And at least twice a year.

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