Yesterday, after coming home and finding virtually no work done on the ceiling--and absolutely no worthwhile repairs--I called the Fireside Park management office and left a message ( Read more... )

One of these days I'll learn to never take a moment to relax, to think that my point has finally gotten through, to imagine that the work I was promised would actually be done ( Read more... )

The worst part of all this crap regarding the apartment is the amount of anger I have to keep around ( Read more... )

When someone says my apartment is going to be worked on Wednesday, I oddly expect it to be worked on Wednesday ( Read more... )

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