these boon times went bust
There are more leaks. One by my bed, dripping down the wall and soaking my favorite postcards and a corner of my sheets. Two water bubbles on the hallway ceiling. The bed is moved half a foot the other direction and the tupperware containers have been relocated from the widowsill to the floor.
The other leaks are fixed. I sat in the house while some guy hung out on scaffolding and fixed the trouble spots. I think all that "fixing" did was reroute the problem. I'm calling to bitch out the management company tomorrow and threaten not paying December's rent. Rima now has mold. That's a health hazard and these are quickly becoming unsanitary living quarters.
It's raining now and every drip I hear outside my windows makes me twitch, quickly eyeing the sills and floor for more water inside rather than out. I have no way of knowing if water is coming in somewhere else... I used to love the rain.
The other leaks are fixed. I sat in the house while some guy hung out on scaffolding and fixed the trouble spots. I think all that "fixing" did was reroute the problem. I'm calling to bitch out the management company tomorrow and threaten not paying December's rent. Rima now has mold. That's a health hazard and these are quickly becoming unsanitary living quarters.
It's raining now and every drip I hear outside my windows makes me twitch, quickly eyeing the sills and floor for more water inside rather than out. I have no way of knowing if water is coming in somewhere else... I used to love the rain.