My apartment is nice, but the management is awful
I've been in a bit of a bind, this last week due to a shortage of dishes. For any of you who have seen my kitchen cabinets, that statement should come as a bit of a shock. I have dinner plate service for about 20, salad plate service for another 15 or so, a decent number of bowls, and perhaps 30-some odd cups and glasses. Add to that a wide variety of pots and pans, baking dishes and the like and you have a decently stocked kitchen when it comes to dishware.
I didn't do my dishes on Friday night or on Saturday night (I was too lazy to load the dishwasher). On Sunday night, when I had 3 days worth of dishes, I loaded up the dishwasher and set it to run. Not 10 minutes into its cycle, I got a phone call from the maintenance person for my apartment complex.
He asked me if I was running any water in my apartment. When I told him that the only water running was from my dishwasher, he asked me to turn it off and said that water was leaking into the downstairs apartment. I quickly did as he instructed, and he told me he'd be upstairs (he was down in their apartment at the time) to see about the leak.
When he came upstairs, he said he couldn't see the leak, but that it was probably behind the dishwasher somewhere, and that he'd be by on Monday sometime to fix it. He asked me what times I would be at home on Monday, and I told him that I'd be in all day, apart from an early morning class. He said he'd probably be by sometime around lunch or after to fix the dishwasher. He told me that in the meantime, I should avoid running any water in my kitchen.
I was in all day Monday, and skipped several errands I wanted to run. Nobody showed up to fix my dishwasher. Add to my pile of dishes Monday's dishes.
And Tuesday's dishes. And Wednesday's dishes.
On Wednesday, when I walked down to the office to drop off my rent check, I asked the manager on duty about whether I could get an update on the status of fixing my dishwasher (since I was rapidly running out of dishes). She knew about the problem, and told me that they were working on fixing it, and that she'd have someone get back with me. I walked out of the office contented.
Nobody called me on Wednesday night. Or Thursday either.
On Thursday at lunch, I ran out of dishes. Not all of my dishes, certainly, since there were still some pots and pans, but I had run out of the dishes necessary to prepare any more of the food that I had on hand.
I spent the next 4 hours laboriously doing a week's worth of dishes, by hand, in my bathroom sink (freshly cleaned, by the way), which is small enough that it only allowed me to do one or two items at a time.
Today, on Friday, I called the management on the phone and inquired about the status of their attempt to update me on the repairs to my dishwasher. The manager on the phone had no idea that anyone was supposed to get back to me, and said that the maintenance people had resolved the issue on Monday. In fact, there had been no leak from my apartment at all into the lower apartment, but rather that there was a break in a pipe UNDERNEATH their floor that was welling water up into their carpeting.
Management can bite it. I'm not in a good mood right now.
I didn't do my dishes on Friday night or on Saturday night (I was too lazy to load the dishwasher). On Sunday night, when I had 3 days worth of dishes, I loaded up the dishwasher and set it to run. Not 10 minutes into its cycle, I got a phone call from the maintenance person for my apartment complex.
He asked me if I was running any water in my apartment. When I told him that the only water running was from my dishwasher, he asked me to turn it off and said that water was leaking into the downstairs apartment. I quickly did as he instructed, and he told me he'd be upstairs (he was down in their apartment at the time) to see about the leak.
When he came upstairs, he said he couldn't see the leak, but that it was probably behind the dishwasher somewhere, and that he'd be by on Monday sometime to fix it. He asked me what times I would be at home on Monday, and I told him that I'd be in all day, apart from an early morning class. He said he'd probably be by sometime around lunch or after to fix the dishwasher. He told me that in the meantime, I should avoid running any water in my kitchen.
I was in all day Monday, and skipped several errands I wanted to run. Nobody showed up to fix my dishwasher. Add to my pile of dishes Monday's dishes.
And Tuesday's dishes. And Wednesday's dishes.
On Wednesday, when I walked down to the office to drop off my rent check, I asked the manager on duty about whether I could get an update on the status of fixing my dishwasher (since I was rapidly running out of dishes). She knew about the problem, and told me that they were working on fixing it, and that she'd have someone get back with me. I walked out of the office contented.
Nobody called me on Wednesday night. Or Thursday either.
On Thursday at lunch, I ran out of dishes. Not all of my dishes, certainly, since there were still some pots and pans, but I had run out of the dishes necessary to prepare any more of the food that I had on hand.
I spent the next 4 hours laboriously doing a week's worth of dishes, by hand, in my bathroom sink (freshly cleaned, by the way), which is small enough that it only allowed me to do one or two items at a time.
Today, on Friday, I called the management on the phone and inquired about the status of their attempt to update me on the repairs to my dishwasher. The manager on the phone had no idea that anyone was supposed to get back to me, and said that the maintenance people had resolved the issue on Monday. In fact, there had been no leak from my apartment at all into the lower apartment, but rather that there was a break in a pipe UNDERNEATH their floor that was welling water up into their carpeting.
Management can bite it. I'm not in a good mood right now.
posted by The Academian | 10:11 AM
1 Comments:
That sucks! I know about washing dishes by hand--this is the first apartment I've had in my married life with a dishwasher.
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