Code investigator was here today and he was “not happy, bro” about the state of this here apartment. He cited the building management for the bubbling and peeling kitchen walls and ceiling, the efforvesance in my hallway and bedroom, and pretty much every damn thing in my bathroom! (Check out the rest of the set of photos I took for more of the glory.) Not surprisingly when he called the office he got a bit of a run around and the maintenance guy took another thirty minutes after that to arrive. The investigator — who’d been very kind and sympathetic to me — absolutely ate into the super. I had to bite my cheek from laughing, especially since the investigator was making quite a big deal about me being blind. It’s probably the only time in my life I’ve found that funny and not wildly offensive.
Anyway, the investigator gave the building ten days1 to get everything all squared away. Which elicited a nasty look aimed at me from the super, who not surprisingly (as with everyone else the investigator talked with on the phone) pleaded complete ignorance of the state of the apartment. He assured me he’ll be here Monday and Tuesday . . . and probably Wednesday to fix all this stuff.
I’m sure everyone at the rental office is so happy with me right now. Especially since I just got a knock on my door from Angela2. But I could care less, in fact, I am off to the mall to get our holiday card photos taken and have dinner with a friend. I’m planning on going out through the basement, though, because I don’t really feel like killing the high I’m on from Code Enforcement’s take on this place. Pick your battles and all, I won this round; I can hold out till next week for the next one.
1. Generally they give 30 days.
2. I recognize her stomping high-heeled stride down the hallway at this point. Plus, the building is pretty empty during work/school hours.
