I’ve been doing some cleaning this week, but before I got to the worst part (scrubbing my toilet), there was a knock at my door.
The good news is that a very nice maintenance dude arrived on Monday to replace my leaky toilet. It no longer makes that irritating, gurgling sound, as if an alien is living inside blowing bubbles. And as of right now, it’s not leaking.
Odd, though, that every time I get up, the back of the toilet bangs against the wall. Well, maybe it sounds like a bang to me because my brain is banging against the inside of my head. (In other news, it smells like one of my neighbors is cooking pork, which is rather unpleasant at this time.)
This is not my toilet, but it obviously suffered from a similar fate. (RIP, brave throne.) I took these photos on Valentine’s Day weekend, where I noticed someone got a TV to celebrate the holiday:
And a single girl bought herself a pair of shoes:
And now for the bad news…
I’m used to writing emails that go unanswered — there are plenty of them posted on this blog. On the rare occasions that I am privileged with a response, it usually happens within a day or two. And as of right now, I’ve had no response from my landlord or her corporate bosses.
Sometimes, no news is good news. But usually, no news means I’m not important enough for a response.
(Featured photo taken 6/14/2015.)