Grinding it out
I awoke to the sound of power-sanders eating the front door this morning. Then a knock. Groggily I open the door. One of my eyes feels sewn shut. "Can we come in to plaster the windows?", Tom said in a Korean/broken-Engrish dialect. Translation: "Can we come in and put plastic around your windows? "OK." I said, "Can you give me a hour?" No problem, he said.
So I wet upstairs and started to wake up, but for real this time. I took a shower. Suddenly someone charges up the stairs yelling "Hello!"
Despite the soap in my ear canal, I yell, "I thought you were coming back in an hour!!!" slightly perturbed.
"OK!", he replies. He runs back downstairs and makes lots of noise.
Inside my head I scream, "I haven't even had a fucking cup of coffee yet. C'MON!!"
A little backstory, then...
My landlord started this sanding/painting/reclamation project ten weeks ago.
It was supposed to be a nine week job.
All the neghbors are asking "How long is this fucking madness going to go on?"
The neighbors are not happy.
She's made the poor saps sand and paint and re-sand multiple times. They're going broke. The workers are not happy.
Add to that the fact that my apartment was burgled a month-and-a-half ago. The only person who is supposed to have key access to the place is my landlord, who is out of town. So I am a little pissed to be interrupted in the shower by workers.
I am not happy either.
Post shower, I find that my front door has been removed. Great. Now I'm stuck here. I can't write here because of all the noise and particulate in the air. I cannot leave because a bunch of strangers have full access to my place and are in no way legally responsible for anything. On top of that they're pissed at the landlord, who is conveniently out of town.
So I apologize and ask them to put the door back on, then lock it, then give them money for lunch because I feel like a shit complicating an already chaotic situation because of my insecurities about the security of my place. And then I leave.
So what do you do when your landlord is irresponsible? Well, I think you tell the landlord your side of it and then you move. There's only so long you can tolerate the intolerable.
So I wet upstairs and started to wake up, but for real this time. I took a shower. Suddenly someone charges up the stairs yelling "Hello!"
Despite the soap in my ear canal, I yell, "I thought you were coming back in an hour!!!" slightly perturbed.
"OK!", he replies. He runs back downstairs and makes lots of noise.
Inside my head I scream, "I haven't even had a fucking cup of coffee yet. C'MON!!"
A little backstory, then...
My landlord started this sanding/painting/reclamation project ten weeks ago.
It was supposed to be a nine week job.
All the neghbors are asking "How long is this fucking madness going to go on?"
The neighbors are not happy.
She's made the poor saps sand and paint and re-sand multiple times. They're going broke. The workers are not happy.
Add to that the fact that my apartment was burgled a month-and-a-half ago. The only person who is supposed to have key access to the place is my landlord, who is out of town. So I am a little pissed to be interrupted in the shower by workers.
I am not happy either.
Post shower, I find that my front door has been removed. Great. Now I'm stuck here. I can't write here because of all the noise and particulate in the air. I cannot leave because a bunch of strangers have full access to my place and are in no way legally responsible for anything. On top of that they're pissed at the landlord, who is conveniently out of town.
So I apologize and ask them to put the door back on, then lock it, then give them money for lunch because I feel like a shit complicating an already chaotic situation because of my insecurities about the security of my place. And then I leave.
So what do you do when your landlord is irresponsible? Well, I think you tell the landlord your side of it and then you move. There's only so long you can tolerate the intolerable.
posted by wally @ 3:19 PM
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