No one believes me
Part of the continuing problem I have with our apartment's anything is that the super, the manager, and anyone they hire to work on the building never believes a word I say. It's worked out to a point where I, returning the favor, no longer believe anything they say.
This is why the super telling me "Oh, just five minutes, just five minutes" and then taking twenty to locate and three trips to the basement over another thirty to finish has left me more than a little irate from time to time. I must have called about our front gate being broken about every other week since OUR ROOMMATE WAS MUGGED, only to have nothing done. (It took a face-to-face with the manager to get anyone in to look at it. The key problem is mostly solved, but the door still gapes. Yay new round of phonecalls.)
Currently, they are replacing the gas lines. We've had no gas for three weeks and it might take another three before they finish and get Con Ed in to approve and restart our gas. We need to harass them about giving us a decent discount on our rent. But the real story about that is the people they've got doing this job. On Monday, our apartment row (meaning our apartment and the ones above and below) had its turn to be fixed up. They came banging at 8 am, waking up darkling1 to say they'd be there in half an hour. They came an hour and a half later.
This morning, more banging at 9:30 am, and I get up to answer. The construction guy wants some key back from me. I wake up at 9:30 on a good day if I'm lucky, since I usually roll out of bed, brush teeth, get dressed and start my walk to work in the span of 5 minutes and don't need to be at work until 10:00, so I'm a little fuzzy on this. I ask him what he means. They gave a key to a neighbor for some apartment they'r'e now working on (they had set up show at the column of apartments across the hall today), and he's sure it's us.
Now, I am never awake when anyone else is getting ready to leave, so maybe this is so. I ask which roommate he would have left this key with. I am, however, skeptical, because I'm sure I'd have heard from either darkling1 or feiran if this was the case. He says a white guy has it. I'm not sure how you'd confuse either of my roommates for a white guy, and upon further inquiry, I find out that it was a curly, blonde-haired white guy. Definitely not our apartment, I say.
"I'm sorry, no one of that description lives at this apartment" ought to be good enough for this guy--who doesn't really know which apartment he left this key with. Of course, it isn't. He wants me to be absolutely sure I haven't forgotten who I live with. I have lived with two white girls and two half-Asian folk. I have never lived with a curly, blonde dude. (I don't think I know any blonde guys with curly hair.) So, no, I haven't miscounted, misremembered, or misplaced and curly-haired blonde guys.
IT STILL TAKES THREE REPEATS TO GET HIM TO GO AWAY.
F'list, I ask you: do I have a lying face or something? I know I say a lot of stupid shit, but I don't lie very often. I'm actually not very good at it. So why doesn't anyone believe me when I tell them shit? Is it just because that's not what they want to hear?
This is why the super telling me "Oh, just five minutes, just five minutes" and then taking twenty to locate and three trips to the basement over another thirty to finish has left me more than a little irate from time to time. I must have called about our front gate being broken about every other week since OUR ROOMMATE WAS MUGGED, only to have nothing done. (It took a face-to-face with the manager to get anyone in to look at it. The key problem is mostly solved, but the door still gapes. Yay new round of phonecalls.)
Currently, they are replacing the gas lines. We've had no gas for three weeks and it might take another three before they finish and get Con Ed in to approve and restart our gas. We need to harass them about giving us a decent discount on our rent. But the real story about that is the people they've got doing this job. On Monday, our apartment row (meaning our apartment and the ones above and below) had its turn to be fixed up. They came banging at 8 am, waking up darkling1 to say they'd be there in half an hour. They came an hour and a half later.
This morning, more banging at 9:30 am, and I get up to answer. The construction guy wants some key back from me. I wake up at 9:30 on a good day if I'm lucky, since I usually roll out of bed, brush teeth, get dressed and start my walk to work in the span of 5 minutes and don't need to be at work until 10:00, so I'm a little fuzzy on this. I ask him what he means. They gave a key to a neighbor for some apartment they'r'e now working on (they had set up show at the column of apartments across the hall today), and he's sure it's us.
Now, I am never awake when anyone else is getting ready to leave, so maybe this is so. I ask which roommate he would have left this key with. I am, however, skeptical, because I'm sure I'd have heard from either darkling1 or feiran if this was the case. He says a white guy has it. I'm not sure how you'd confuse either of my roommates for a white guy, and upon further inquiry, I find out that it was a curly, blonde-haired white guy. Definitely not our apartment, I say.
"I'm sorry, no one of that description lives at this apartment" ought to be good enough for this guy--who doesn't really know which apartment he left this key with. Of course, it isn't. He wants me to be absolutely sure I haven't forgotten who I live with. I have lived with two white girls and two half-Asian folk. I have never lived with a curly, blonde dude. (I don't think I know any blonde guys with curly hair.) So, no, I haven't miscounted, misremembered, or misplaced and curly-haired blonde guys.
IT STILL TAKES THREE REPEATS TO GET HIM TO GO AWAY.
F'list, I ask you: do I have a lying face or something? I know I say a lot of stupid shit, but I don't lie very often. I'm actually not very good at it. So why doesn't anyone believe me when I tell them shit? Is it just because that's not what they want to hear?