Apartment blues

Many of you have heard me talk about my apartment... how I love the location, love the lay-out, love the size... and how it's an absolute pain in the ***.

The ceiling of my kitchen has fallen in three times in the 6 months I've lived there. My neighbors smoke incessantly in the basement and just outside my door. And when the heat goes on there's a funky smell that fills the apartment.

When I came home from my 2-week vacation, my kitchen ceiling was covered (and yes, I do mean covered) in mold. Gross. I immediately called my landlord who said he'd be by in the next few days to look at it. When he finally came, he looked at it and said, "Wow - it really is covered in mold." (No, I just said that for fun....) Apparently he thought he was just going to be able to paint over it, but thought better when he actually saw it. (Hint - mold doesn't go away just because you paint over it.)

So anyway, last night I got home around 8:30pm to find the following:

- my blinds open in my living room (which I never leave open because I live on the 1st floor)

- my kitchen light on

- all of my things moved into strange places (stuff that I have no idea why they needed to move)

- two sheets of drywall in my kitchen

- a large hole in my ceiling

- my freshly washed dishes in the drying rack covered in smut from the ceiling

- my cat locked in my bedroom (without his food, water, or liter box)

- muddy footprints through the apartment, including on my newly washed bath mat in the bathroom

- the toilet seat up

- a half-drank can of seltzer water (MY seltzer water from MY fridge)

- one of my bowls with crumbs of some kind of food (probably mine) on the kitchen counter

I was slightly livid. Today I get to call my landlord and tell him all about the great workers he's hired. Yay! Think it's time to find a new place....

Thanks for listening!