Monday = WTF?
Aug. 14th, 2006 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lillian13This was going to be a nice fluffy post about ArmadilloCon, seeing ltlj, selling lots of jewelry, and having some nice friends over for the weekend.
Then I got home after a 10-hour day to find a note from my maintenance people. "Please take stuff out of master closet so we can replace the carpet due to a water leak." WTF?
The master bedroom closet--is my workroom. I have packed stuff in there pretty tight, including a table, a recyled bathroom cabinet, a small Hobby Lobby 9-drawer cabinet for my metal beads and such, and a 27-drawer metal cabinet that holds all of my beads and stone. Which took two grown men to move into the closet. Crap.
A pile of space-race-era Life Magazines are ruined. Both of the cardboard boxes I had on the floor are soaked on the bottom, and I'll be damned if I can remember what's in them. Instead of getting ready for the apartment-wide garage sale on Saturday, I'll be hauling what I can haul out of the closet tonight. God knows where I'm going to put it.
And tomorrow? A couple of phone calls are in order. Why wasn't I called about the water leak? Getting an unpleasant surprise in a note left on my desk is not how I wanted to end my Monday of Crap. If they want the furniture out of there, they can damn well move it. I'll clean off the table, etc., but they are large, strong guys, and they can move the heavy stuff. (And honestly, I'd rather have bare concrete in there. Maybe I can talk them into it.)
ltlj, selling lots of jewelry, and having some nice friends over for the weekend.Then I got home after a 10-hour day to find a note from my maintenance people. "Please take stuff out of master closet so we can replace the carpet due to a water leak." WTF?
The master bedroom closet--is my workroom. I have packed stuff in there pretty tight, including a table, a recyled bathroom cabinet, a small Hobby Lobby 9-drawer cabinet for my metal beads and such, and a 27-drawer metal cabinet that holds all of my beads and stone. Which took two grown men to move into the closet. Crap.
A pile of space-race-era Life Magazines are ruined. Both of the cardboard boxes I had on the floor are soaked on the bottom, and I'll be damned if I can remember what's in them. Instead of getting ready for the apartment-wide garage sale on Saturday, I'll be hauling what I can haul out of the closet tonight. God knows where I'm going to put it.
And tomorrow? A couple of phone calls are in order. Why wasn't I called about the water leak? Getting an unpleasant surprise in a note left on my desk is not how I wanted to end my Monday of Crap. If they want the furniture out of there, they can damn well move it. I'll clean off the table, etc., but they are large, strong guys, and they can move the heavy stuff. (And honestly, I'd rather have bare concrete in there. Maybe I can talk them into it.)
