I'd like to think of myself as a domestic-type person who enjoys feathering her nest with tchotzkes and such, but honestly, lately I've been so mentally wiped by work I feel pretty good when I clean the bathrooms and change the sheets once a week. I used to be much better at this.
I did, however, finish my long-awaited closet rehab project in the guest bedroom today. I tore it all to hell sometime around Memorial Day and have been awaiting a peaceful/free weekend to do the requisite clean-up and installation of the new closet hardware. Yes, I am handy like that.
It took me about an hour or so to finish the closet and just as I was satisified with my rock-star self I look up and see something on my ceiling.
Fuckity, fuck fuck fuck, it is a *brown* water leak mark on my ceiling and IT HAS FRIENDS. The ceiling got painted all of four months ago so I know two things: a) this is recent (fucking rain) and b) I'll have to paint again (hate, hate, hate painting ceilings). On the ONE good note, I live in a condo so the association is getting a call from me in the morning impressing upon them the need to replace the roof on my building. There are probably 8+ brown water marks on the ceiling. I stopped counting at eight because I got intensely cranky. The only good news is that I don't have a ceiling tit like Fitnessnerd had earlier this year.
Earlier this summer there were several buildings with roofs replaced around me but alas, alack, my building was not one of them. Of course.
So now that I have finally finished my damn closet project I will probably have to tear it back out again if they want to inspect the attic as well (the access is, of course, located in THAT closet). (Hate, rage, general unpleasantness, you pick Athena's current emotion)
I would say I'd throw myself in front of an IndyGo but the damn bus service in this town runs so unreliably I'd have to wait awhile and probably just get rundown by some SmartCar or something that would only bruise me and maybe break a bone or two.
So I'm going to finish up my household chores for the evening (laundry, cleaning, typical Sunday crap) and will be emailing photos to the association tonight to make my point a bit stronger. I'll share them with you all later.
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Enough about that crap. I'm cranky as all hell right now. Blech.
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Well, I actually noticed the other day that my ceiling tit has friends. I have a full rack now, and I may be on the way to have dog mammaries.
It's not dripping yet, and I just can't deal with it now. But when I get back from Vegas, oh baby, here comes the tersely worded letter!
I left a tersely worded voicemail yesterday for the Association's management company. Of course with their 'excellent' record of customer service, they didn't bother to call me back. I called again a little before 5 and was told the maintenance folks will call me today. If not, you know I'm opening up an industrial-size can of whoopass on them.
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