so the bathroom repairs have started
And I'm not sure I've been around enough to have mentioned that, so brief update for those not in the know (or reminder for those IN the know).
While back, some of the tiles around our bathroom cracked. About the same time, the apartment directly below ours had some sort of brown watery guck coming out of their ceiling. Naturally we all suspected the worst, and the last maintenance guy figured it was a good enough job to tear out one brick-sized section of tiles followed by one welcome mat-sized section of tiles, and just repair those areas. With no one figuring out why the leak, or the breach, or the whatever, was happening.
There's lots more frustration over this, but suffice to say, after about two months of work-on, work-off, it was repaired. And then cracked again about a week later.
So this time, we just said the hell with it, and started putting towels down to block the cracked areas to take showers. Which was not the best solution, but it was the solution we had at the time.
That went on for a little over a year.
A couple months ago, new maintenance guy is hired. Part of his qualifications was that he knew flooring. Yay qualifications. So building manager brings him up and says, this is going to be bad. He checks it out. Goes back, talks to the apartment owners. Comes back a few days later, chips out one tile in a place where water cannot normally reach. Takes it to the Habitat for Humanity store, sees if he can match the color. Couple more weeks go by.
We're then informed an apartment has come free...in another building. Did we want to move?
Consideration. Drama. Hmm thinking. More consideration. Jumping onto Google street view and scanning the photographs from the area. No supermarket in sight. Not the best neighborhood. Bad feelings over moving there. We say we understand, and we appreciate the offer, but we like it here.
Next plan. An apartment has come free...in OUR building. We have a two-bedroom, it's a one-bedroom, but still, we can use THAT bathroom while ours is being repaired. Moderate yays all around. Is it on our floor?
Nooooo. It's the first apartment on the FIRST floor.
Well...crap.
But we said okay, and waited for the key to the downstairs apartment. Which arrived...today, two MORE weeks after telling us the plan.
Okayfinewhatever, plans will be underway. Yay. And then today, he started.
Hammers are really loud on tile. But that's not the main thing. When he started digging up the old tile, he discovered something really good, and really bad.
First the bad. They contracted out to someone--we don't know who--when this building was constructed. They paid four thousand per unit to have the bathrooms completely lined and tiled.
Know what they did in ours? Put a shower liner in. One little 3' by 5' square. Instead of lining the WHOLE FLOOR like they were supposed to.
Gaaaaaah.
So...yeah. That's what's happening. If we nab a pic at some point I can show you the horror in progress, but to date? Do not like the whole walking the length of the hallway, going down the elevator, walking half the length of the first-floor hallway, JUST to unlock the door and finally get to pee. It's irritating beyond all reason.
While back, some of the tiles around our bathroom cracked. About the same time, the apartment directly below ours had some sort of brown watery guck coming out of their ceiling. Naturally we all suspected the worst, and the last maintenance guy figured it was a good enough job to tear out one brick-sized section of tiles followed by one welcome mat-sized section of tiles, and just repair those areas. With no one figuring out why the leak, or the breach, or the whatever, was happening.
There's lots more frustration over this, but suffice to say, after about two months of work-on, work-off, it was repaired. And then cracked again about a week later.
So this time, we just said the hell with it, and started putting towels down to block the cracked areas to take showers. Which was not the best solution, but it was the solution we had at the time.
That went on for a little over a year.
A couple months ago, new maintenance guy is hired. Part of his qualifications was that he knew flooring. Yay qualifications. So building manager brings him up and says, this is going to be bad. He checks it out. Goes back, talks to the apartment owners. Comes back a few days later, chips out one tile in a place where water cannot normally reach. Takes it to the Habitat for Humanity store, sees if he can match the color. Couple more weeks go by.
We're then informed an apartment has come free...in another building. Did we want to move?
Consideration. Drama. Hmm thinking. More consideration. Jumping onto Google street view and scanning the photographs from the area. No supermarket in sight. Not the best neighborhood. Bad feelings over moving there. We say we understand, and we appreciate the offer, but we like it here.
Next plan. An apartment has come free...in OUR building. We have a two-bedroom, it's a one-bedroom, but still, we can use THAT bathroom while ours is being repaired. Moderate yays all around. Is it on our floor?
Nooooo. It's the first apartment on the FIRST floor.
Well...crap.
But we said okay, and waited for the key to the downstairs apartment. Which arrived...today, two MORE weeks after telling us the plan.
Okayfinewhatever, plans will be underway. Yay. And then today, he started.
Hammers are really loud on tile. But that's not the main thing. When he started digging up the old tile, he discovered something really good, and really bad.
First the bad. They contracted out to someone--we don't know who--when this building was constructed. They paid four thousand per unit to have the bathrooms completely lined and tiled.
Know what they did in ours? Put a shower liner in. One little 3' by 5' square. Instead of lining the WHOLE FLOOR like they were supposed to.
Gaaaaaah.
So...yeah. That's what's happening. If we nab a pic at some point I can show you the horror in progress, but to date? Do not like the whole walking the length of the hallway, going down the elevator, walking half the length of the first-floor hallway, JUST to unlock the door and finally get to pee. It's irritating beyond all reason.