what the fuck?!?
So, I just went down into the basement to get something from my storage area and the fucking lock was gone. I just bought that lock a few months ago to replace the other lock that was on there because the old lock only had one key and I wanted Charity to have a key, too. It's obvious that the super did it because there are two other storage areas down there with brand new locks and clasps... but what the fuck? Each apartment has it's own fucking storage area and they have the apartment number written on them, so:
1. If you are going to cut my fucking lock off (and render it useless to me) why not just fucking ASK me to take it off for you?!?
2. If you are going to remove it, shouldn't you wait until you are ready to install a new lock on it instead of leaving it open?
I'd be livid right now if the doors to the basement did not automatically lock. At least I know that if something is stolen, it was by someone in the building... but I really want to bring the fucking bikes upstairs right now.
The new super is the dude from the apartment next door and he has a serious communication problem. By serious communication problem, I mean that he doesn't fucking tell you when he is going to inconvenience you. He repaired the hot water tank one day (yeay!), but didn't bother to fucking tell anyone, so when Charity went to take a shower, there was no hot water. It would have been nice if we would have known so we could have planned accordingly. He did the same fucking thing earlier this week to (presumably) fix the washing machine downstairs. I talked to him around the first of the month and he mentioned that he would replace the missing window pane that had been missing ever since we moved in. I told him that would be fine and he told me he wouldn't even need to enter the apartment. So, later that week, Charity came into the living room and Baxter was barking at him as he was up on a ladder in our front window. What the fuck? Dude, could you just let us know what is going on? You know, whenever you're going to invade our privacy, shut off our fucking water, or cut the god damn lock of off my storage unit?
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also, i'm pretty sure this has to be against the law.
1. If you are going to cut my fucking lock off (and render it useless to me) why not just fucking ASK me to take it off for you?!?
2. If you are going to remove it, shouldn't you wait until you are ready to install a new lock on it instead of leaving it open?
I'd be livid right now if the doors to the basement did not automatically lock. At least I know that if something is stolen, it was by someone in the building... but I really want to bring the fucking bikes upstairs right now.
The new super is the dude from the apartment next door and he has a serious communication problem. By serious communication problem, I mean that he doesn't fucking tell you when he is going to inconvenience you. He repaired the hot water tank one day (yeay!), but didn't bother to fucking tell anyone, so when Charity went to take a shower, there was no hot water. It would have been nice if we would have known so we could have planned accordingly. He did the same fucking thing earlier this week to (presumably) fix the washing machine downstairs. I talked to him around the first of the month and he mentioned that he would replace the missing window pane that had been missing ever since we moved in. I told him that would be fine and he told me he wouldn't even need to enter the apartment. So, later that week, Charity came into the living room and Baxter was barking at him as he was up on a ladder in our front window. What the fuck? Dude, could you just let us know what is going on? You know, whenever you're going to invade our privacy, shut off our fucking water, or cut the god damn lock of off my storage unit?
edit:
also, i'm pretty sure this has to be against the law.