2/2/05

So last week my toilet wasn't flushing properly, and all the water was rushing up to the top when I attempted to flush, so I went and told the apt. manager. He told me to fill out a maintenance request form so a maintenance man could come out and look at it. As I finished up the form he told me he would come take a look at it (once he got the call he had been waiting on in the office). I said ok , and went on about my business. As I was leaving my apt. I saw him going into mine, and I asked him to be sure to wipe off his feet (it was raining), and lock my door when he left. I returned to my apt. later and when I walked into my bathroom things were different. The carpet on my bedroom floor leading into the bathroom was soaking, my bath rugs were thrown in the tub, and there was water in the corners behind my toilet. I called the manager to ask him what went on, and he said I plunged your toilet. I asked him about the water and he says water ran-over on the floor and rugs. I asked why he didn't leave a note about it (I hate germs), and his reply was "It was clear water, nothing else spilt over". What the fuck do you mean clear, it came from a toilet!!!!! Do you drink water from a toilet simply because its clear? So them I asked him about replacing my rugs, and he says "it's not my fault your toilet was clogged, you shouldn't have been playing around in the back of it" Again, wtf? Me, HUGE germ-a-phobe playing around in the back of a filthy toilet, nigga please. I couldn't believe his incredulous attitude towards ruining my private property. So I did what I do best when I don't feel like arguing, I went above his head. I called the management office (people who own the building), and told them the situation. They promptly compensated me for my rugs, and apologized. So today (rent day) I go to pay my rent and the apt. manager tells me "don't ever ask me to go fix something in your apt. again", since I was already agitated with other shit today, I kind of let loose on his ass. I set him straight on the facts of me never, ever, asking him to enter my apartment to do shit, nathan, nothing!!! Why the fuck would I ask a old grouchy ass hunchback to come in my apt. and fiddle with shit, when we have a team of maintenance people who can come in and do everything. This makes absolutely no sense. I told him to shut the fuck up talking to me, and be sure to stay the hell up out my shit. I hate when people get shit so wrong, logically it doesn't even seem right. He really pissed me the fuck off though