So, as many of you who have talked to me in the last oh… 3 and a half weeks know, the refrigerator in my apartment died. Luckily, one of my housemate’s boyfriend had a mini-fridge he loaned us. It wasn’t big enough to fit all our stuff in, and it was a pain in the butt, but hey, at least we could keep a few things cold. My landlord was in Florida when I called and told him it was broken and he said he’d get a new one for us when he returned in 10 days. Well, we’re still living out of a mini-fridge. His advice? “Knock on the door to apartment 3 and see if they’ll let you keep things in their refrigerator.”
Sorry buddy, but that doesn’t fly with me.
Yesterday afternoon, I turned on the hot water to find nothing but a trickle emerging. Luckily I’d already showered, and because I was busy with a fashion show I was engaged to photograph, I didn’t get a chance to call him. After I finished shooting the MTU’s ROTC commissioning and then the commencement ceremony today, I called him about the hot water (hot is an overstatement, it doesn’t even break 100F). Apparently he found a leak in a pipe yesterday and turned off that water heater. He couldn’t get a plumber here Friday, but has one coming on Monday. You know the funny thing though? I was listening to the radio the other day and heard an ad for a company that does plumbing/electrical and is available on the weekends. Not to mention that a bit of tape or sealer should provide a temporary fix. Instead, I guess I get another day of not showering and shaving out of a bowl with water I heated on the stove.
It’s enough to get me wondering whether I should sue him. At the moment, he’s in breach of the Houghton Rental Code, sections 14-176 and 14-238.
I really just can’t wait to move out of the Blanche Apartments.