I’d probably use it on the heads of a few people today and not feel bad about it. I’d forgotten that today was the day we were supposed to have the kitchen and bathroom fixtures inspected and possibly replaced, but it’s a good thing I was awake and poking around in the kitchen when the inspectors popped up around 9am. Had I been up and well caffeinated earlier, I’d have been out at the post office picking up a box that probably has a game or book in it I need to review.

Anyway, the guys show up and say they’ll be about ten minutes, one gives the kitchen a quick once over as I’m signing a sheet of paper that the other guy is holding that says the place a was inspected before he asks how to spell my last name as he types it out in a tablet. Next up, they both hit the bathroom and as I’m in my room doing a bit of early spring cleaning, I suddenly hear something bang-bang-banging from the bathroom followed by the sound of stuff falling behind the wall. Yikes…

I thought they were only here to inspect and if necessary, replace fixtures as guess what? both the kitchen AND bathroom had been redone about five or so years back and every apartment got NEW water-saving faucets and shower heads. I guess this new company didn’t get that memo because lo and behold, we now have a new shiny silver shower head that uses even LESS water than the other one. So now, it feels like you’re being peed on by maybe two schools of fish instead of getting halfway clean from the first replacement shower head that was installed. Even worse, the maniac banged the pipe that new fish piss sprinkler is attached to loose so it’s wobbling in the damn wall and needs to be taped or tied back or however they fixed it so the thing wasn’t shaking like a scared chihuahua.

Yeah, the cure is worse than the problem here and there wasn’t a problem to begin with. Fact: I took SHORTER showers with the ancient shower head that hit me like I was standing in a thunderstorm (without the chance of lightning strikes), and LONGER showers with that beige model that was similar to some hotels I’d stayed in. You know, those cheap places where you end up in the shower longer than you do at the free breakfast buffet because those tiny bars of soap just don’t cut it and the water “pressure” is akin to a giant hind weakly flicking water at your body parts. Bleh.

So, now I need to ring up the Management office and yell at them for hiring a bunch of careless jerks and have them send someone from Maintenance to fix that stupid loose pipe and possibly check for other damage behind the wall. I was wondering why they knocked a hole in my room a few years back and installed a strange metal door that opened up to those bathroom pipes. I guess someone had a crystal ball that was working back then, but I’d prefer to be on the positive end of the next rush job contracted by the powers that be, grrrr.

Today is stupid, tomorrow will be worse because here comes snow, sleet and rain. Feh. Okay, enough bitching. Off to the post office to see what’s waiting for me. It better be something that puts a smile on my face or this sunny day with the show melting into slush is going to get a lot more annoying…

Back in a bit. I have too much to do to get stuck in a loop of call and response with the dopes who are running this place into the ground with their “improvements”…