(I tried, I really tried, to be all clever and put links to the parts I and II of this saga, but I just don't have the patience to figure out what I'm doing wrong. So you'll have to scroll down the page. Sorry, kids.)
Oh, this is just getting downright hysterical. Really.
I should have known things were going to go nowhere when the technician mentioned that there was a "closed, be back at 9:00 a.m." sign on the door...at 4:15 p.m. HA!
After a few calls, I finally raised someone in the office, who happened to be on a conference call and because she didn't know how long it would be, put the 'closed' sign on the door. Golly, I just love the dysfunctionality of this management. She tells me that the woman in what is fast becoming the holy grail of apartments is refusing to let anyone enter her apartment unless she is home. Oh, but she's happy to come home from work to be there. That's if someone from the leasing office happens to be able to actually reach her at her work.
And the really gorgeous bit about this is that the office apparently *tried* to call and tell us this USEFUL bit of information yesterday, but discovered that (this is truly brilliant) they didn't have our phone number. Because it's not like they can't put a freaking note on our doornob. And this has been since yesterday, people. They had the entirety of today, as well, given that the technician didn't get here until 4:00 pm.
So where does that leave us? Well, the technician (as it turns out, some contract guy the cable company had come out) is convinced that this woman is STEALING CABLE and that's why she doesn't want anyone in her apartment. And Husband says, with a smug look, that's what he's thought all along. Rrrrrrrrrright.
We still have the temporary connection, and if we can actually talk to anyone in the leasing office to find out when this wiley woman will be around tomorrow to tell the comcast people, we'll actually be able to get this (shocking thought) taken care of.
Oh, and with this temporary connection, the internet is continuously going in and out...during the course of typing this entry, it's gone out like 4 times. Lovely. The power of the holy grail apartment is far reaching and not to be underestimated. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Friday, August 26, 2005
55~Fiction~Friday
I know I missed last week - but I didn't have internet!!! Hopefully this will make up for it. Oh, and thanks to Eve for the idea!
She sighed, surveying the pieces of her life; tables filled with knick-knacks, old dishes, stacks of books, movies, records, yearbooks. How on earth had she managed to become the owner and provide a home to so much? She fingered a green-haired troll; did discarded items knew they were being cast off, unwanted, sold?
She sighed, surveying the pieces of her life; tables filled with knick-knacks, old dishes, stacks of books, movies, records, yearbooks. How on earth had she managed to become the owner and provide a home to so much? She fingered a green-haired troll; did discarded items knew they were being cast off, unwanted, sold?
loss of limb-internet saga part II
SO, Husband had the day off yesterday. Before the technician came, he went down to the leasing office to double check that all systems were 'go' for this quick, 5 minute repair (so swears the technician). Everything seemed to point to our little internet problem getting, oh, FIXED.
The technician arrived. He got into the apartment on the first floor, the problem wasn't there. He went to enter the apartment directly below mine, only to discover that the leasing office didn't specify where in the apartment they needed access to, so the people in that apartment LOCKED THE DOOR leading to the bedroom/bathroom wherein the closet with the problem cable wire resides. And the management of course doesn't have a key to this lock (that the tenant put on).
SO. The office did another 24-hour notice and this whole madness will hopefully be remedied this afternoon around 3:30 pm. Unless, of course, this tenant decided to put a lock on the closet containing the cable wire. Which I wouldn't be AT ALL surprised with at this point.
After much resistance, Husband convinced the leasing office to give us permission for the technician to run a temporary cable wire outside the building. We have to keep the sliding door open to our porch, and the cable wire runs down the side of the building, but I DON'T CARE. I have internet & TV, however temporary the situation turns out to be.
OK, and by way of reality check, I have on a morning show on Fox and they're showing this apartment building fire that's just started - the smoke is black, so the fire is still with full fury. I can't imagine being at work and, say, going into a break room and discovering that it's your apartment that's going up in flames. I guess my week hasn't been so bad! But really, how many of you apartment-dweller readings have apartment insurance? It's things like this that make me thing I really need to get it.
The technician arrived. He got into the apartment on the first floor, the problem wasn't there. He went to enter the apartment directly below mine, only to discover that the leasing office didn't specify where in the apartment they needed access to, so the people in that apartment LOCKED THE DOOR leading to the bedroom/bathroom wherein the closet with the problem cable wire resides. And the management of course doesn't have a key to this lock (that the tenant put on).
SO. The office did another 24-hour notice and this whole madness will hopefully be remedied this afternoon around 3:30 pm. Unless, of course, this tenant decided to put a lock on the closet containing the cable wire. Which I wouldn't be AT ALL surprised with at this point.
After much resistance, Husband convinced the leasing office to give us permission for the technician to run a temporary cable wire outside the building. We have to keep the sliding door open to our porch, and the cable wire runs down the side of the building, but I DON'T CARE. I have internet & TV, however temporary the situation turns out to be.
OK, and by way of reality check, I have on a morning show on Fox and they're showing this apartment building fire that's just started - the smoke is black, so the fire is still with full fury. I can't imagine being at work and, say, going into a break room and discovering that it's your apartment that's going up in flames. I guess my week hasn't been so bad! But really, how many of you apartment-dweller readings have apartment insurance? It's things like this that make me thing I really need to get it.
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