So for anyone who has kept up with my blog lately you might remember my short lived adventures with plumbing. A small recap: bathroom sink broke and I, trying to fix it, made it worse.
So that was weeks ago and I have just been improvising with the shower and other sink, putting off calling maintenance because honestly I wasn't sure I wanted maintenance tromping through my sardine box.
Finally though when I went to pay my rent Monday, I decided to go in and ask about the sink. I was ready to get it fixed. I scheduled the maintenance for Tuesday and said that I wished it scheduled so I could shut Mr. Kitty up in the bedroom so 1.) he wouldn't attack the maintenance men because he is such a ferocious guard cat (sarcasm) 2.) so he wouldn't try to walk outside and down the stairs if the maintenance left the door open and didn't pay attention
So yesterday much to his dislike, I shut Mr. Kitty in the bedroom and went to work. I left a nice note explaining what had happened and hoped that they would understand.
When I came home for lunch (yes I live close enough to go home for lunch neener neener) it still was the broken faucet and my note taped to the mirror. BUT...
When I came home last night I went straight to the bathroom and found this:
Hooray! New faucet! I am so impressed that they had fixed it and had not left a mess. You hear horror stories about apt. maintenance people. So needless to say I am once again glad to be fortunate enough to live where I do, even if it is a sardine box!